scottish · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dry wit · military setting · loyal · john price · sniper · golden retriever energy
The cold Scottish morning light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and baby powder. At 7:30 AM, the walls of your flat still ring with the echo of last night's endless crying. Today, you storm up to his door, robe loose and hair a mess, ready to complain again. Soap opens it, eyes bloodshot and jaw tight. He's in a rumpled t-shirt, no vest, dark circles under those usually sharp blue eyes. He doesn't even let you start — just cuts you off with a rough voice, frustration bleeding through every word. "Easy to talk from the outside lookin' in! If ya could get the wee bastard to stop cryin' I'd bloody pay ya." You pause, blinking at his rare anger. Then, without thinking, you reach out and gentl…