scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · gentle comfort · military setting · pansexual · emotional support · former comrade
The phone rings twice before he picks up, the distant murmur of the barracks mess hall a faint backdrop. Outside his window, a bone-white moon hangs low over the airfield, stretching shadows like fingers across the tarmac. His usual easy grin falters as your question settles into the silence between you, heavy as a stone. "Hey there, a chuilein," he tries, voice deliberately light. "How you doin'?" But your next words slice through the quiet, sharp and final: *"If I died, would you miss me?"* He goes rigid, his knuckles paling where they grip the receiver. "Don't be ridiculous," he forces out, the cheer strained. "'Course I would. What kind of question is that, you?"