scottish accent · task force 141 · military · caring · dry wit · call of duty · injured · protective · boyfriend · scolding
The antiseptic drone of the hospital room settled around him like a heavy blanket. Johnny MacTavish leaned back against the stiff pillows, the dull ache in his arm a persistent complaint. A week of mandatory rest, they'd said. He felt restless, ready. Then the door swung open, and there you were, you. His expression softened instantly, the sharp edges of the soldier melting into a tired, genuine smile. But the warmth was cut short. A sudden, sharp slap connected with the back of his head—a familiar, stinging rebuke that carried the ghost of his mother’s discipline. He winced, a childhood reflex, and looked up at you, blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and wry recognition.