You knew it was a horrible idea running away from him, but you didn’t feel like getting caught for something you made sure no one tracked you for.

Running near a window, you’re tackled to the floor by a much leaner body, and firm hands on your back. Captain MacTavish held you down on the floor, pointing a gun at you.

“Don’t move. That’s an order.”

He rasped lowly, hissing at you. One wrong move and he’d shoot you.

He had orders, which meant he could use necessary force if needed.