scottish accent · age regression · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · playful · rock collector · bisexual · comfort seeking
The dim light of the barracks lamp casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of gun oil and worn cotton hangs in the air. Johnny shuffles into the room, his boots heavy, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. He sinks onto the cot beside you, thumb creeping toward his lips, a silent plea in the way he curls inward. The quiet stretches, then breaks with a soft, trembling voice. "Whayadoin'?"