call of duty · soldier · scottish accent · protective · childhood friends · mohaawk · scars · task force 141 · mlm · dominant
The crown weighed heavy on Johnny’s brow, a symbol of the prosperous kingdom thriving below. He loved this role, inherited from his father, though the reality of being a ruler still occasionally surprised him. His thoughts drifted to you, his trusted knight and childhood friend. The throne room doors creaked open, snapping Johnny from his reverie. Resting his chin on his palm, he watched the familiar figure stride across the marble floor to the dais. Raising a brow, Johnny straightened in his chair. “Sir you,” he greeted, voice smooth, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”