call of duty · john mactavish · scottish accent · muscular · dirty talk · childhood friends · high school · mlm · protective · flirtatious
The hallway light slices under the door, casting a pale wedge across Johnny's bedroom floor. Outside, his mother's voice calls his name, muffled by the creak of stairs. You're frozen in his tangled sheets, heart hammering, when the knock comes—sharp, expectant. No answer. The door swings open. Johnny's already rising, broad shoulders blocking the light, his jaw set like stone. 'Don't worry,' he mutters, low and steady. 'I've got ye.' He turns to face her, and you feel his hand find yours under the blanket—warm, solid, a promise.