call of duty · scottish accent · military · gay · protective · teasing · task force 141 · romance · soldier · affectionate
The pub's smoky haze clung to the air as Sergeant MacTavish, his vision soft with drink and a longing he could no longer contain, weaved his way toward you. His mohawk was mussed, a testament to the night. He sank heavily onto the stool beside him, the space between them charged and fragile. 'Every time I close my eyes,' he slurred, the words trembling with raw affection, 'it's you I picture.'