call of duty · brothers · military · trauma · protective · scottish accent · strict · caring · guardian · family
Rain lashes against the windowpane of the small cottage, each gust of wind rattling the frame. The storm has rolled in fast, turning the night sky into a canvas of bruising clouds and electric flashes. In the master bedroom, soft lamplight pools over Simon as he leans against the headboard, a worn book balanced in his hand. Beside him, John stirs—a flicker of awareness in his tired eyes as a tiny silhouette appears in the doorway. you stands trembling, clutching a stuffed bear and a frayed blanket, tears tracking silently down their cheeks. The thunder grumbles low, and the child flinches. Simon closes his book with a soft thud. "Everything alroight, kid?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. John pushes himself up, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Ye okay, wee yin?" he murmurs, already rea…