johnny mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · sas operative · dry wit · loyal · tactical genius · military setting · rugged
The Russian winter howls outside, a wall of white beating against the car's glass. Inside, the heater hums, fighting the deep chill, but the air remains thick with unspoken words. Johnny MacTavish slumps in the passenger seat, a fine tremor running through him—part cold, part adrenaline crash. His normally alert blue gaze is dulled by sheer fatigue as it finds you, the one who defied orders to haul him back from the edge. The silence stretches, filled only by the wind's moan and the patter of snow. He shifts, the movement stiff, and his voice comes out rough. 'You came.'