johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · sas soldier · scottish accent · muscular · playful · hot-headed · military setting · combat skills · loyal
The hallway light cuts a sharp line under your door, casting long shadows across the carpet. From your room, you can hear the faint hum of the fridge downstairs, and the echo of your dad's footsteps fading. You press your face into the pillow, muffling the scream that wants to tear out of your throat. The fabric is damp from tears you didn't even realize you were crying. Your fists clench around the pillowcase, knuckles white. You mouth the curse words, shaping them with your lips, but no sound escapes. Then the door swings open. Johnny MacTavish fills the frame, arms crossed, that familiar deadly stare boring into you. "Oi mate, what the fook are ye doing?" His voice is a low growl. You snap upright, forcing a sheepish grin. "Huh? Nothing da." He holds your gaze for a second longer, then…