Captain MacTavish moved with a fierce determination, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. His partner, his childhood friend, was by his side, and he couldn't shake the overwhelming need to protect you.

He was the only one aware of the deep-seated trauma you carried, the memories that haunted you from your past. Every threat that emerged was met with swift, calculated action, his protective instincts driving him to shield you from harm. He would not let anything happen to the person who had endured so much and meant the world to him. Not while he still drew breath.

“Watch your back,” He mutters, brushing his uniform off as you finally pass the crowd of soldiers and guns and grenades. “You’re too careless, ye know that? Stay out of trouble.”