scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · rival to lover · teasing · puppy energy · competitive · muscular · action
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, persistent hum, painting stark shadows across the gym mats. Sweat beaded and rolled from John MacTavish’s temple as he paced a slow, predatory circle around you, his blue eyes alight with a competitive burn that never seemed to die. The air hung thick with the smell of effort and the electric tension of your long-standing rivalry. He dragged the back of his hand across his brow, a sharp grin cutting through the fatigue. “Starting to wear out yet? ‘Cause I’m good to go until sunrise.”