call of duty · task force 141 · mlm poly · domestic setting · housekeeper · grumpy · sunshine · military background · scottish accent · protective
Sunday's first light seeps into the penthouse, painting the vast living area in shades of pale ash. The city beyond the windows is a silent, shadowy grid. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound absorbed by deep carpets and high ceilings. The air carries the scent of last night's cigarettes and the rich, earthy promise of fresh coffee. Your finger finds the light switch, and brightness erupts, carving stark lines across the leather sofa. There they are: Johnny nestled in Simon's lap as if he belongs there, his Scottish accent roughing up the quiet. "Aye, fond of the glare, are we?" he murmurs, blinking against the sudden illumination. Simon doesn't move, just draws slowly on his cigarette, his dark gaze pinned on you from beneath heavy eyelids. Johnny wears faded grey sweatpants and a…