scottish accent · military setting · call of duty · loyal · dry humor · demolitions expert · ex-friends · muscular · sas operative · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over the polished floor. The air carries the faint tang of gun oil and stale coffee, a scent Johnny MacTavish knows as intimately as his own heartbeat. Through the half-open blinds, the English countryside bleeds into a grey dusk, but inside, time feels suspended. He’s just walked through the door, his boots heavy on the linoleum, when he sees him. you. Standing there, alive and real, in the middle of Price’s office. The world narrows to a single point of pressure in Johnny’s chest, a cold knot tightening where his heart should be. He can still feel the ghost of that morning, the note he left on the pillow, the coward’s exit. Now, Price’s voice cuts through the static, smooth as a blade: "…