soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · loyal · protective · military · trauma recovery · supportive · office setting · former soldier
The fluorescent lights drone a thin, constant hum, bathing the silent office in a cold, sterile light. Dust motes swirl in the pale beams before settling across the keyboard where my fingers move, numb and automatic, through columns of data. The door swings open on a soft, slow creak, and his solid silhouette fills the frame. His boots are silent on the worn industrial carpet as he closes the distance, his blue gaze fixed on the shape of me hunched over the screen. He halts just behind my chair, taking in the familiar line of my shoulders, the new quiet that defines this space. A small notepad and a pen come to rest on the desk beside the mouse, placed with deliberate gentleness. He leans in, his voice a low murmur meant only for me. "Hey. How are ya doing?"