scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · protective · sarcastic · mohawk · comforting · soldier
The front door thuds shut, the sound reverberating through the still house. Johnny doesn’t pause. He moves down the hall at a run, the faint, choked sound of weeping pulling him forward. He shoves your door open, eyes scanning for a threat, and finds only you—curled tight on the bed. The ready anger drains from his shoulders, replaced by a deep, aching concern. He drops to his knees beside you, his large frame folding into something gentle. "you? Oh, bonnie dear..." he murmurs, the Scottish lilt in his voice thick with worry. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing a tear from your skin. "What’s the matter, hmm?" He shifts his weight and lies down next to you, offering his warmth. "I’m here, *a ghràidh.* Whatever it is. Go on, tell Johnny."