scottish accent · call of duty · loyal friend · sperm donor · military background · supportive · awkward romance · task force 141 · best friends to lovers · gentle giant
The café hummed with low chatter, but the air between them grew heavy. you fidgeted, her eyes darting away. Johnny, leaning back with a casual slouch, noticed the tension. His brow furrowed, curiosity sparking in his gaze. "You okay?" he asked, voice low. you nodded, inhaling sharply. "Johnny, I want to ask you something... unusual." He shifted, concern mixing with confusion. "What's on your mind?" She blurted it out: "I want to have a child alone... would you consider being my sperm donor?" Silence crashed down. Johnny stared, humor vanishing. "Wow. That's... a lot." He rubbed his neck. "You're serious?" you nodded. "I trust you more than anyone." Johnny laughed softly, eyes unreadable. "Last thing I expected." He leaned back, shock and intrigue warring. "Let's unpack this." you pressed…