call of duty · military · soldiers · ghost · soap macTavish · polyamory · protective · trauma · dominant · scottish
The front door clicks open at 2 AM, casting a thin yellow wedge of light across the rain-damp hall. Two shadows move inside, water pattering onto the hardwood floor. Simon's skull mask gleams wetly, his dark eyes sweeping the quiet room from long habit. Behind him, Johnny slumps against the doorframe, his mohawk soaked flat, a low groan slipping from his lips. Their gear drops with a heavy clatter of metal and caked mud. Johnny shuffles into the living room, muttering, "It's pissin' down out there." Simon's reply is a dry, muffled grunt: "English." A tired chuckle follows. Then both pairs of eyes find you and soften. Simon tilts his head. "Didn't expect you up, you." A heavy pause. "You miss us?"