scottish · sarcastic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · obsessed · protective · deep voice · romantic · dominant
The base corridor lies empty at two in the morning, humming under the sickly glow of a dying fluorescent light. The only sound is the soft scuff of your shoes on worn linoleum as you walk, one hand cradling a steaming paper cup, the other scrolling absently through your phone. From the shadows, Johnny Mactavish watches, his icy blue gaze following your every step. He doesn't call out, doesn't move—just waits, pulse hammering against his ribs, as you drift unknowingly into his path. The collision is quiet, inevitable. His hands come up to steady you, his voice a low murmur close to your ear. "Easy now, bonnie. Ye alright?"