John Mactavish

Pleased to meet you. The names John, but most people just call me Mactavish. Please, feel free to drop a line with any questions about training or anything else you need. But don't assume I'm here to play patty-cake. In fact, don't assume anything. CURRENT MAGIC ANON: Kitten!John. Ends Monday 12:00 AM OOC; This is a John 'Soap' Mactavish RP blog. I have no affiliation with the Call of Duty games or companies. I do not own the character. FC; Tom Hardy. Will RP with other fandoms. Strong NSFW warning in 'READ MORE' sections. Also, expect language and violence. Background credit; http://ekaterina2.deviantart.com/ No GIFs or pictures are mine unless otherwise stated. AU NOTICE!!! There is an AU I have going with another RPer between Mary Morstan and John that has no affect on the other aspects on John's life. The relationship is strictly AU and an exploratory zone for both writers. Thank you.

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Merry Christmas John ~ Mary.

“I love you so much… I hope you like them?” She said blushing lightly and handing him the gifts. 

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"You're the sweetest thing, love." John kissed her forehead. "I love them."

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John stares at the letter, frowning slightly.

Dear John ‘Soap’ Mactavish, This is a notification that you are on the list of possible tributes for the 2012 Tumblr Hunger Games. I do hope you understand what this is. If not, the best description I can give you is: It’s a fight to the death.

"Not sure what to make of this..."

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Alright, you're fucking sexy. Better?

Much better. You could've thrown a 'bloody' in there, but I'll take it. *chuckles*

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*rolls her eyes and smiles* You're lucky you're cute *pinches his cheek*

I am not cute!

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First one: Starve, abuse, torture. Second one: Torture a loved one, remind of those you hurt.

[[Guess I'll drabble then WARNING!!! OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE TRIGGERS IN THESE. LOTS OF EM. DO NOT READ IF THIS SORT OF THING BOTHERS YOU. SERIOUSLY. SIRIUSLY.]]

First:

It's fucking cold. Why is it always so fucking cold?

"Get up."

So fucking cold.

"I said, get up."

Slowly, groping around in blackness, John manages to get himself to his feet. Unsteadily and uncertainly, he takes a step forward only to be met with a slap to the face. He staggers back blindly and tries to grab onto something to keep from falling. 

He loses balance and topples to the floor, hitting his head on something on the way down.

He's just a kid. 

Doesn't matter to them. Not out here.

The floor's cold.

"I'm telling you, he is worthless."

Worthless.

"He is just weak. Give it a month. The last buyer did not take proper care of him. Remind me to pay them a visit."

He can feel his arms shaking but he can't see them. He hasn't seen anything in months. 

"How soon before we can sell him again?"

"Give him a day or two. Someone will be looking for a skinny one..." There's a laugh and the nineteen year old John is knocked sideways with a rough kick to the ribs. "Isn't that right, мыло?"

The floor is so fucking cold. He wishes it'd swallow him up and hide him away. Wishes every inch of him could be as cold and unfeeling as the floor. 

Second:

"It's not my fault."

John says nothing.

There are tears in her eyes. "I...It's not, John."

"Not your fault?" Even to his own ears his voice sounds heartbroken.

She says nothing.

"Who's fault is it then? Is it my fault, Evelyn?"

"No!"

"Then what the bloody hell happened here? You cheated on me by mistake? Is that it?"

"John--"

"No, let me finish." His voice is dead calm. It scares her. "Not only did you cheat on me--don't argue with me because that's what you did--but you're justifying it by pointing out that I can't have children. Fucking brilliant you are for that one!"

"John, stop it!" He hasn't touched her, hasn't even raised his voice, but she recoils as though he has. The words are enough. 

"I'm not done. I know it's hard Evelyn, but there has never been anyone more spiteful...more selfish than you."

Silence. Neither of them is sure who hurts worse. 

"I'm keeping it." She twists the knife.

"I'm getting the fuck out of here. I hope you're very happy with them, Evelyn."

She hurts worse as the door slams shut behind him.

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Funny. My legs are usually the most open thing when I'm with you *laughs jokingly and hugs him* Kidding!

*smiles and wraps an arm around her* Trust me, I know. *teases*

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....You suck. You know me so well *grins*

*Smiles back with a playful wink* You're just very open to me.

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"You didn't have to stop on my account John....Damn I shouldn't have said that...I think I'll go now. I have to finish up things and get turned in."

"I'm going to take this all as a compliment."

"All right. Pleasant sleep, yeah?"

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Hey, if you ever want a BJ again, I'd stop picking on me.

*laughs* I'm sure you won't be too upset with me. 

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Break my character's mind, body or heart.

Body:

Starve me.

Torture me.

Abuse me.

Leave me for dead.

Heart:

Tell me a loved one is dead.

Take away a loved one.

Torture a loved one.

Mind:

Remind me of my failures.

Remind me of the past.

Remind me of those I hurt.

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Yeah, you better *grins and playfully hits his arm*

Very convincing, Alexis. Honestly. *playfully sarcastic*

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John! *turns away*

*laughs* All right, all right. I'll stop. 

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And don't look at me like that *bites her lip*

Look at you like what?

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