john mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · undercover · forced violence · protective · boyfriend · muscular · angst · reluctant
The cell is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums with a sickly glow. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. You're chained to the cold stone wall, wrists raw, when the heavy door groans open. A figure steps in—broad shoulders, familiar stance—and your heart lurches. Soap's face is a mask of anguish as he sets down the tools of his grim task. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he whispers, eyes pleading for a forgiveness he doesn't expect.