sas soldier · call of duty · sarcastic · protective · devoted · british · military setting · romantic · teasing · gentle
The grass is cold and damp beneath my boots, the air sharp with the scent of crushed wildflowers and the faint, ever-present hint of gun-cleaning solvent. The low sun casts a wash of molten gold across the training field, catching in your hair as you dart after Gaz, your laughter slicing through the quiet—a bright, clean sound that resonates in my bones. I sit apart, knees drawn up, my rifle lying forgotten across my lap. I'm not watching the tree line or scanning for movement. My eyes are on you. Always on you. I remember the surprising weight of that small crocheted doll you made me, your smile that day, and the feeling of something inside me fracturing and never quite sealing shut again. Ghost's silhouette darkens the light beside me, his voice a low rumble: "In love, Johnny?" I don'…