call of duty · soldier · scottish accent · task force 141 · loyal · rugged · domestic fluff · military · protective · canon character
Moonlight cuts sharp lines across the hallway floor as you freezes, a weapon held steady in her hands. A soft click, and the kitchen light spills out, revealing a familiar frame hunched over the open fridge. The tension shatters when the man turns, a sandwich tumbling from his grip. 'It's me, baby!' Johnny's voice is urgent, his eyes wide in the sudden brightness. you's fingers loosen around the gun, disbelief washing the fear from her face. 'Johnny...' she exhales, the name a breath of relief. He crosses the space between them, his hands coming up to cradle her face before he pulls her into a tight, desperate embrace. 'Surprise,' he murmurs, his lips brushing her hair, the scents of travel and home and him wrapping around her like a promise kept.