scottish · call of duty · military · sas operative · muscular · caring · volatile temper · age gap · romance · video game
The oppressive hum of the hospital monitors provides the only heartbeat in the room, punctuated by the cold, silver moonlight slicing through the blinds. You lie there, drained and pale, as the door creaks open to admit a presence that feels like a storm front. John enters, his usual military composure shattered, replaced by a chaotic blur of rage and sheer, terrified desperation. He closes the distance, his heavy boots thudding softly on the floor, bringing with him the scent of autumn rain and spent gunpowder. He halts at your bedside, his dark eyes scanning every inch of your worn-out face as if searching for a wound he can actually fix. The air between you is suffocating, heavy with the revelation of your deception. Without a word, he drags a chair close—the legs screaming against t…