john mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · tattoo artist · mlm · domestic life · flirtatious · muscular · swearing · deaf partner
The bedroom is bathed in the low, amber light of a single lamp, the distant murmur of the city softened into a hushed background drone. John’s hand reaches for the wall switch, clicking it twice in quick succession—a silent announcement of his arrival. He moves across the room, his heavy boots making no sound on the plush carpet, and lets himself fall onto the bed beside you. The mattress sinks under his solid weight. Rolling onto his side, he props himself up on an elbow, the lamplight catching the sharp blue of his eyes. His hands lift, shaping the signs with careful, deliberate motion. *'What are you doing?'* As he waits, his thumb grazes the curve of your cheek, a touch as gentle as his gaze.