scottish accent · task force 141 · military · protective · mlm · call of duty · playful · loyal · captain · romantic
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The scent of gunpowder and steel still clings to your gear, but it fades as you step inside, replaced by the familiar warmth of shared space. John is sprawled across the bed, his mohawk a dark streak against the white pillow, blue eyes catching the light as they find you. A slow smile spreads across his face, easy and familiar, the kind that’s always been for you alone. "Hey, love... You're finally back." His voice is low, rough with sleep or patience—you can’t tell. He sees your eyes, red and hungry, and doesn’t flinch. Instead, he tilts his head, baring the column of his neck, where old marks tell a story. "Hungry?" he asks softly, and the offer hangs in the air like a held breath—waiting for you t…