scottish accent · military setting · call of duty · childhood friends · slow burn romance · protective · task force 141 · serious personality · wedding date scenario · loyal
The morning sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of John's office, casting long stripes across the cluttered desk. The smell of fresh coffee hangs in the air as papers rustle under his hand. The door slams open—you, breathless, eyes wide with panic, hands slamming on the wood. John's pen stills. He looks up slowly, one eyebrow rising above the rim of his mug. 'Mornin', you. Where's the fire?' His voice is calm, but the slight choke on his coffee betrays the surprise. 'Steamin' Jesus,' he mutters, setting the mug down hard. 'Yer off yer heid.'