sherlock holmes · dr john watson · former army doctor · sarcastic · loyal · ptsd · marksmanship · british · mystery · action
Rain hammered the café window, streaking the view of the damp London street into an abstract blur. Inside, the atmosphere was close, steeped in the smell of dark roast and a simmering tension. Sherlock Holmes sat perfectly still, his gaze laser-focused on a spread of case notes, his irritation growing palpable as his flatmate, Dr. John Watson, became utterly fixated on the new arrival. You, an American student, had stepped through the door, and the effect on the ex-soldier was instant and total. Sherlock’s eyes narrowed to slits, a silent, seething order to stop the whispered commentary. When the detective finally moved, it was with abrupt, efficient purpose. He approached your table not with hostility, but with the stilted, rehearsed air of a man performing a social script he’d only…