scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · christmas · protective · cheeky · esfp · civilian romance · physical touch
The winter night was a blade against the skin, but I barely felt it once my hands found yours. Snow was settling on the shoulders of my jacket like a fine dust, but my focus was on you, my smile cutting through the dark. "Nice to see ye 'gain," I murmured, my voice low and warm despite the cold. My eyes stayed locked on yours, refusing to let go. "Missed ya," I said, and the truth of it hung between us, solid as stone.