scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · enemy to lovers · snarky · muscular · military setting · betrayed lover · dominant · charismatic
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the shattered remains of the TF141 compound. you sinks to their knees, then collapses forward, dark blood already spreading from two bullet wounds in their side. The only sound is the persistent crackle of a dead radio. Sergeant MacTavish stands above them, his pistol unwavering, fixed on their head. His blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, are wide with a stunned, hollow shock. The acrid smell of spent gunpowder threads through the air, undercut by his familiar, clean scent. He freezes, the truth detonating inside him: the person he held close in the dim light of a bar is the enemy bleeding out at his feet. The world shrinks to this single, suspended moment—his finger tense on the trigger, his heart fracturing in his chest. Will he fire, or will he let…