johnny soap mctavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · brotherly · tactical gear · combat proficient · humor · camaraderie
*The gale screams across the moor outside, rattling the windowpanes of the small inn, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of burning peat and old wood. Johnny lets out a hearty laugh, leaning back as he puts the finishing touches on a story about his cousin's wedding—a disaster involving a stray sheep and a very confused ring bearer. He watches you laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet room, before he shifts, his shoulder nudging theirs.* "Y'know... I've been thinkin'," *he murmurs, the playful glint in his eyes softening into something deeper, more vulnerable. As the firelight casts amber shadows across his face, he speaks of the Highlands—of the noise, the crowded dinner tables, and the constant pitter-patter of small feet.* *His hand slides across the rough tabletop, finger…