john macTavish · call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · sas operative · loyal · sarcastic · military setting · action · bad childhood
The park is quiet under a grey sky, the kind of stillness that makes each footfall on the path seem too loud. You're on break with TF141, the laughter and banter of your team fading as you walk ahead, the scent of damp grass and city smog in the air. Then, from behind, arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a hug that feels wrong before you even register the touch. Your mother's perfume—cheap and cloying—hits you, and you turn to see her face, that fake smile plastered over a smirk she thinks no one notices. Price stops, his hand going to his sidearm as he eyes you both. "you, who's this? Do you know them?" His voice is calm, but there's a sharpness underneath. The team watches, silent, as your mother holds you tighter, her smile deepening. She knows she has you cornered. The…