scottish · call of duty · soldier · loyal · humorous · muscular · mlm · task force 141 · protective · combat expert
Steam fogged the bathroom mirror, obscuring the world outside. you stared into the glass, seeing only a weapon—a cold, heartless killer. The weight of his violent profession pressed down, convincing him he belonged to a lonely, bloody fate. But the isolation shattered as warm arms snaked around his waist from behind. Soap buried his face into you’s bare shoulder blades, his presence grounding. “Luv…” Johnny’s voice was thick with sleep and Scottish accent, soft against the skin. “Come back to bed…please?” His blue eyes met you’s in the reflection, offering comfort.