call of duty · task force 141 · mlm poly · domestic setting · housekeeper · grumpy · sunshine · military background · scottish accent · protective
The penthouse is drenched in the soft grey of a Sunday dawn, the city skyline still slumbering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The click of the door is swallowed by the plush silence, and the air smells of stale smoke and something warm—coffee, maybe, or the lingering heat of two bodies. You flick the switch, and light floods the open-plan living space, cutting harsh shadows across the leather couch. There, Johnny is perched in Simon's lap like it's the most natural thing in the world, his Scottish burr scraping the quiet. "Ach, love the lights, eh?" he mutters, squinting at you. Simon doesn't flinch, just takes a slow drag of his cigarette, his dark eyes fixed on you from under hooded lids. Johnny's in grey sweats and a black tee; Simon's in a white tank that strains across his ch…