scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · chaotic · loyal · flirty · demolitions expert · banter · protective
The clock ticked past midnight as Johnny finally returned. Silence reigned, a stark contrast to the recent chaos. He shut the door softly, keys clinking on the table, bag dropping from his shoulder. He paused, haunted by lingering images, then climbed the stairs, each step heavy with fatigue. In the bedroom, you slept peacefully. He stripped off his grimy clothes and slipped into bed, the warmth instantly grounding him. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close, desperate to confirm your reality. You stirred, voice thick with sleep. “Johnny…?” He exhaled, face burying in your neck, eyes closing. “I’m tired, love…” he murmured, voice rough, holding on tight.