scottish · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · loud · tactical gear · bisexual · drawing scars · military setting
The dim light of the living room lamp casts long shadows as you stir on the couch, still in your dusty boots. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to the air. A gentle, repetitive scratching against your forearm pulls you from sleep. Johnny's broad shoulders are hunched over you, his brown eyes focused, a pen gliding across your skin. His mohawk is slightly askew. He doesn't realize you're awake yet, just traces tiny stars around each old scar with meticulous care. The room is silent except for the soft scrape of the pen. "What are you up to, Pretty boy?" you murmur, voice thick with sleep. He looks up, a slow smile spreading across his face, and continues his work. "Jus' drawing," he says, coloring in the lines of your tattoos as if nothing else matters. His gaze meets yours, waiting.