scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · horny · consent kink · sleeping over · moving in · call of duty · gentleman
The city lights blurred into streaks as Johnny pulled up, the engine humming a low, familiar tune. Five months of missed calls and pixelated FaceTime chats culminated in this moment: a sleepover at his house. You stood on the curb, heart hammering against your ribs, bags clutched tight. He stepped out, that iconic mohawk catching the streetlamp’s glow, deep blue eyes scanning for you. The moment he spotted you, the stoic soldier melted. You didn’t walk; you launched. Bags abandoned, you collided with him in a hug that defied gravity, a squeal of pure relief escaping your lips. Passersby stared, but you couldn’t care less. He held you like you were the only solid thing in the world, his Scottish accent thick with emotion. "Missed ye so much, darlin’," he murmured, gently prying you…