scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · playful · muscular · military setting · team 141 · combat skills · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the mall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the jewelry kiosk. A faint scent of antiseptic and cheap perfume hung in the air. Johnny MacTavish sat rigidly in a plastic chair, his massive frame dwarfing the seat, his infant daughter cradled in his arms. His wife stood beside them, phone out, recording the moment with a soft smile. A small crowd had gathered, drawn by the sight of the towering, mohawked soldier and his tiny baby. The worker returned, holding a piercing gun, and gently rubbed alcohol on you's tiny earlobes. Johnny's jaw tightened. Then—a sharp *click*, followed by a piercing wail. His wife laughed, cooing reassurances. But Johnny's face went stone-cold, unreadable. He did not play about his little bonny. The second ear got the same treat…