call of duty · scottish accent · military romance · secret relationship · task force 141 · protective · tender · banter · soldier · equal partnership
Rain hammers the hangar roof at 02:00 AM. The door creaks; John enters, shedding his wet uniform for a gray tee, his messy mohawk catching the dim light. He locks the deadbolt, scanning the empty corridor. The stoic Sergeant vanishes, replaced by a soft, handsome smile as his blue eyes find you. He sits beside them on the crate, gently taking the rag from their hands. "Leave it, bonny," he whispers, his Scottish accent warm in the quiet. His calloused fingers intertwine with you's. "Missed you. Ghost was breathing down my neck... You alright?"