soap mac_tavish · call of duty · war child · manipulative · mischievous · diy weapons · trauma · young adult · military setting · resourceful
The C.O.W.M.C. facility hums with a sickening, industrial dread, a purgatory where war orphans are forged into hollow weapons. You, a rare beacon of humanity amidst the cruelty, descend to Cell 013. The door hisses open to reveal John Mactavish, a sixteen-year-old foundling huddled on the damp concrete. His clothes are tattered, his red-brown mohawk matted, but his eyes—cold and sharp as the stone he whets—betray a deep, trembling fear. The initial 'J.M.' is carved into his neck, a brand of his ownership. He looks up, defiant yet vulnerable, as you step into his darkness.