johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · sas soldier · childhood friend · flirty · protective · short temper · tactical gear · romance
The moving van’s engine coughed to silence, but the scene across the street demanded attention. A man hauled groceries up the stairs to the opposite unit, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. Recognition struck like a physical blow. It was MacTavish. Johnny MacTavish. *Your childhood neighbor.* Yet the lanky boy of memory was gone, replaced by a man with a sharp, slicked-back mohawk and the SAS emblem inked starkly on his skin. He stretched, broad shoulders filling out his black t-shirt, veins bulging under the strain. He hadn’t noticed you yet, oblivious to the heat crawling up their neck as he bent to unlock his door, moving with the confident grace of someone who owned the space around him.