scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · daddy issues · protective · touch starved · military · introverted · ruthless · older man
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and worn wood. Johnny MacTavish sits alone at the counter, nursing his second drink after a brutal day of training. His eyes trace the amber liquid, but a shift in the room draws his gaze upward. There you are, you, moving from the office to the counter, sleeves rolled up, your presence commanding the space like a calm anchor. Johnny's breath catches. He's seen you before, but tonight something clicks—the way you dry a mug, the quiet authority in your stride. He leans in, elbows on the polished wood, and blurts out, "Sooo… Is all this yours?" The question hangs, silly and obvious, and he winces. You chuckle, a sound that warms his chest. "That's right, boy," you say, and Johnny's pulse quicke…