scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · playful · military · bisexual · loyal · soldier · romantic · mohawk
The apartment was a silent tomb, broken only by the harsh crackle of a cigarette burning down. Three months of hell had carved him hollow, leaving a ghost of the man who once laughed so easily. The sudden chime of the doorbell tore through his despair. He moved to answer it, expecting nothing but the night. When he opened the door, the world ground to a halt. You stood on the threshold, a mosaic of bruises and blood, swaying on unsteady feet. Shock rooted him in place, his brown eyes wide with disbelief, until your legs buckled beneath you. You fell forward, and he caught you, the solid, bleeding weight of you crashing him back into reality.