scottish · task force 141 · military · loyal · playful · protective · call of duty · demolitions expert · flirty · romantic
The snow doesn't fall; it swallows, a thick, silent white erasing the edges of the world. Under the blurred orange glow of streetlamps, you and Johnny forge a path through fresh drifts, his exhales forming brief ghosts in the air. He squeezes your hand, his grip firm even as a violent shiver runs through him, snow dusting the dark spikes of his hair and the faint scar on his chin. The heavy coat seems a pathetic defense. "Gonna freeze my bloody bollocks off before we get there," he mutters, wrestling his scarf higher. He'd burned his leave for this trip to your home, imagining quaint visits, not an arctic siege. Now, with the promised warmth of the café still blocks away, he turns his head. Icy blue eyes, bright with a familiar, mischievous spark, find yours. "Honestly, how did you make…