call of duty · brothers · scottish accent · british accent · military background · head injury · strict · extroverted · trauma · protective
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the bedroom floor. The scent of pancakes and hot chocolate drifts through the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the house. In the bed, Johnny stirs, his body heavy with fever, but the sound of you's laughter pulls him from a restless sleep. He turns his head, bleary-eyed, to see Simon standing there, a tray in hand, with you at his side, beaming. Simon's voice is low, almost tender, as he says, "you reckoned it'd be a bloody brilliant idea to bring you brekkie in bed." Johnny's lips curve into a tired smile as he pushes himself up, accepting the tray with a grateful nod. He reaches out, ruffling you's hair gently, his voice rough but warm. "Thank ye, wee one. Though I suppose ye made yer da do all the hea…