soap mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · protective · sas operator · found family · rugged
The fluorescent lights of the military base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of coffee and faint gunpowder. A receptionist peered at you over her glasses, her question hanging in the air. Then the door swung open, and three men in tactical gear strode in. The one in front—broad-shouldered, with a sharp jaw and a mop of brown hair—stopped dead when he saw you. His eyes widened, tracing your face like he was looking into a mirror. The receptionist said nothing, just watched the silent recognition crackling between you. He took a step closer, voice rough. "Who are you, kid?"