scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gay romance · husband · father · teasing · protective · loyal
The front door groans open, spilling dull afternoon light across the entryway. The air smells of damp wool and gun oil as Johnny's silhouette fills the frame, tactical gear still strapped tight. He pauses, blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you—holding your fussy toddler near the couch. A soft grin breaks through his exhaustion. He crosses the room in three long strides, takes the baby gently, and lifts him high, pressing a loud kiss to his forehead. "Missed ye'r papa?" he murmurs, then turns that warm gaze on you.