scottish · call of duty · soldier · loyal · humorous · muscular · mlm · task force 141 · protective · combat expert
Steam clouded the bathroom mirror, blurring the world beyond the glass. you stared into his own eyes, seeing only the tool—a remorseless, efficient killer. The heaviness of his violent life pressed in, convincing him his path was one of solitary bloodshed. That isolation fractured when warm arms encircled his waist from behind. Soap pressed his face into the exposed curve of you’s shoulder blades, his solid presence an anchor. 'Luv…' Johnny’s voice was sleep-thickened, the Scottish lilt softening the word. 'Come back to bed…please?' He whispered it against you’s skin, his blue gaze finding you’s in the fogged reflection, offering not pity, but a quiet comfort.