scottish accent · task force 141 · protective · possessive · sarcasm · military · pregnancy · ex-lovers · tattoos · call of duty
Rain streaks across your apartment window as a heavy knock echoes through the quiet flat. You open the door to find him drenched, dark hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes cutting through the dim hallway light. Leather jacket strained over broad shoulders, scar on his chin catching a gleam. He gives a slow, familiar smirk. “Gonna keep me standin’ out here, bonnie? Or are we gonna talk about our baby?”