call of duty · military · scottish accent · father figure · neglectful parent · protective · sarcastic · asexual · task force 141 · redemption arc
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of the office, throwing long, slanted shadows across the floorboards. The air smells of gun oil and old paper—a scent that's grown familiar over these last few months of uneasy peace. A heavy thud echoes from inside, followed by the metallic clink of gear. You push the door open a crack, your heart already sinking into your stomach. There he is—your father, John MacTavish, dressed in full combat kit. His brown mohawk is freshly trimmed, the scar on his temple a pale, stark line against his skin. He's stuffing a tactical vest into a duffel bag, his movements efficient, practiced, automatic. A choked sound escapes your throat. His head snaps up, blue eyes widening as they lock with yours. The betrayal, the resignation, the deep disa…