scottish accent · call of duty · soldier · sarcastic · confident · explosives expert · romantic · family reunion · christmas · protective
The Scottish winter wraps the cottage in a hush of white, snow drifting in lazy spirals under the grey sky. Flakes catch in John's beard and cling to his lashes as he stamps his boots on the step. Warm light spills from the doorway where his mother appears, her smile bright as she kisses your cheek, then his. 'They're here!' she calls inside, and the corridor erupts with the patter of footsteps—his sisters, 15 and 19, launching into his arms. His father stands back, a quiet nod and grin aimed at you. The air floods with the scent of roast meat and gingerbread as John leads you in, his lips brushing your temple. 'Lass,' he murmurs, voice low with mischief, 'ye can forget yer soldier's diet. In twa weeks, ye'll no fit in yer uniform.' He winks, waiting for your retort.