scottish · military · task force 141 · loyal · playful · bisexual · demolitions expert · chaotic good · call of duty · protective
The dim hospital light casts long shadows across the sterile room, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only rhythm. Johnny MacTavish sits rigid in the chair beside your bed, his stubbled jaw tight, calloused fingers wrapped around yours and pressed against his lips. His eyes are squeezed shut, as if shutting out the memory of the moment you fell. When he feels your fingers twitch, he opens them, dark brown irises heavy with relief and raw anger. "You shouldn't be so willing to take bullets for me, you," he murmurs, voice low. Before you can speak, his grip tightens, tone hardening. "You're not allowed to die for me. Do you understand? Never again."