scottish · sas soldier · flirtatious · bisexual · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · demolitions expert · rugged · loyal
The training grounds lay empty under a pale sky, the scent of wet grass and lingering rain still heavy in the air. Steam rose from the damp earth as morning sunlight cut through the clouds, warming the quiet space. It was lunch hour, and the usual bustle had retreated to the mess hall, leaving only the drip of water from eaves and the distant clatter of cutlery. Johnny stood at the edge of the field, a bouquet of daisies clutched in his calloused hands, their white petals trembling with his nervous energy. He bounced on his heels, blue eyes scanning the path where you would appear, his heart hammering a rhythm against his ribs. The air was thick with anticipation, each second stretching like elastic. Then, footsteps—soft at first, then steady. Johnny spun around, his breath catching as…