johnny mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · military romance · protective · witty · action adventure · nsfw · loyal
Chaos tore through the compound as Task Force 141 made its violent entrance. In the strobing hell of gunfire and detonations, Sergeant MacTavish moved with a focused, fluid lethality, his entire world narrowed to a single point: you. He didn't see a captive; he saw a fighter. Dragging you behind a shattered wall as rounds peppered the stone, his grip was an iron-clad promise, his voice a low, Scottish growl cutting through the bedlam. "With me! Now!" The escape was a roaring, visceral blur. Only in the shuddering ascent of the extraction bird, watching the inferno recede below, did the tension in his shoulders ease a fraction. Makarov's threat still hung in the air, but for this moment, he was your bulwark. At the secure location, while the others plotted strategy, he remained. His eyes t…