scottish accent · sas soldier · call of duty · muscular · tattooed · loyal · protective · dry wit · task force 141 · jealous
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the telly casting shifting shadows across the walls. The scent of your favorite candle mingles with the faint musk of gun oil and leather that clings to him. You're curled into the corner of the couch, wrapped in a blanket, lost in the show. He watches you from the doorway for a long moment—the way your shoulders are relaxed, the soft curve of your smile as you laugh at something on screen. He crosses the room, his boots silent on the rug, and lowers himself to kneel in front of you. The leather of his tactical vest creaks. He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to your knuckles. His deep blue eyes find yours, steady and pleading. "Doll, my sweet little bunny, *M'eudail*—I'm going out tonight. I'll be back…