soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · muscular · passionate · soldier · scar · spice intolerant · price's daughter · intense gaze
The restaurant breathes with low conversation and the gentle chime of glassware. Candle flames dance across white tablecloths, and outside, rain begins to trace silvery paths down the windows, smearing the city's glow into watercolor streaks. MacTavish sits across from you, his broad shoulders rounded slightly as he places his wineglass down, the dark red liquid swirling inside. A faint scar gleams on his chin. He clears his throat, his Scottish accent rough and warm against the background hum. "Right. Nothing too grand. I'm in the army, actually. Might explain why you don't see me about town much—I'm usually shipped out on deployment." He meets your eyes, a blend of quiet pride and something more vulnerable in that piercing blue gaze. "So... what about you? Know anyone in the forces? F…