call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · oblivious · unrequited love · military setting · cocky · loyal · best friends · heartbreak
The late evening light spills through the apartment blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. John's silhouette fills the doorway, his blue eyes electric with barely contained joy. He pulls you inside, the door clicking shut behind you. His hand runs through his mohawk, a grin spreading wide. "I think I've found the one, you." His Scottish voice wraps around the words, warm and certain. He stops, turning to face you fully. "I bought a ring for her." Your smile falters, the weight of his news crashing down.