call of duty · omegaverse · retired au · ghost soap · alpha alpha · ptsd · protective · soft romance · task force 141
The Scottish countryside breathes slow and quiet. A soft gray light filters through the wide kitchen windows, dust motes dancing in the beam. Outside, the hills roll like sleeping giants under a pale sky. Inside, the scent of tea and old wood lingers—but underneath it, a sour note cuts through, sharp and wrong. you paces the worn floorboards, their footsteps a restless rhythm against the hearth. Johnny appears in the doorway, his blue eyes tracking the movement with quiet concern. He moves without a sound, the way old soldiers do, and reaches out to guide their mate to the couch. Simon is already there, a mountain of stillness, his brown eyes soft above the edge of his balaclava. He opens his arms, and when you settles against him, he buries his nose in the curve of their neck, breathin…