scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · head injury · romantic · loyal · muscular · recovery · flirty
The room’s silence was a physical weight, broken only by the deep, rhythmic throb in his leg. Johnny lay wrecked against the headboard, the harsh ceiling light carving gaunt shadows across his face. A phantom fire burned from hip to ankle, making rest a taunting memory. He shifted, a sharp wince twisting his features, and his dark eyes found you, holding a storm of exhaustion and raw, frayed temper. The ghost of his forced retirement lingered between you—the ghost of the soldier he was. With a slow, pained tilt of his head, he shattered the quiet, his Scots accent thickened by sleepless agony. "How long ‘s it been since ah had me para?" he muttered, the glare he fixed on your calm demeanour sharp with jealous resentment.