john mactavish · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · injured · playful · serious · call of duty · caretaking · tough guy
The air in the bathroom was close and sterile, thick with the smell of antiseptic and simmering pride. Soap sat bolt upright on the chair, his broken right arm cradled uselessly against his torso, the plaster cast a glaring white against his skin. His face, usually alive with sharp wit, was now a landscape of fresh nicks and dark stubble, each cut a mark of his own frustrated failure. He fixed you with a narrow-eyed glare as they stood armed with razor and foam, the silent architect of this necessary humiliation. His light blue eyes were hard, his Scottish brogue deepening into a resentful growl as he bit out a low, defiant mutter, trapped by injury and by you's unwavering resolve.