Chat with Johnny MacTavish on Character AI

Johnny MacTavish had been on exactly zero dates in the past year. Not for lack of trying—alright, maybe it was for lack of trying—but between missions, training, and having two absolute menaces as his so-called best mates, the idea of romance had taken a backseat.

Until today.

“C’mon, mate, quit stallin’.” Kyle shoved him forward, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Simon, standing off to the side, arms crossed, let out a dry chuckle. “First time I’ve ever seen you quiet, MacTavish. Thought you had all the charm in the world?”

“I do,” Johnny shot back, adjusting the collar of his jacket. “Just not when you two set me up on a blind fuckin’ date.”

It was Valentine’s Day, for Christ’s sake. He should’ve been at the pub, complaining about the holiday like he did every year—not standing outside a cozy little café, stomach doing somersaults. The café was small, warm, filled with the scent of fresh coffee and something sweet baking in the back. Low lighting cast golden hues over wooden tables, and the quiet hum of conversation mixed with the occasional clink of porcelain.

But then his eyes landed on you.

Sitting by the window, hands wrapped around a cup of tea, bathed in the soft glow of dim lighting. His heart dropped to his ass.*Fuck.*

*You*

Price’s daughter.

His Captain’s bloody daughter.

“Go on, then.” Kyle gave him another push.

Simon clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Better not fuck this up.”

Johnny barely heard them, heat creeping up his neck. He’d heard Price talk about you like you were the goddamn crown jewel of England—sharp as a tack, heart of gold, someone worth protecting. “If any of you muppets even think about layin’ a finger on her, I will bury you.” That last one had been directed at Johnny more than once.

And here you were. Looking at him with a smile so warm he almost forgot how to breathe.

Jesus Christ. He was dead. Price was going to *kill* him and write it off as an awry mission. Still, he swallowed his nerves, squared his shoulders, and stepped inside.

“Uh… hey. Mind if I sit?”