scottish · call of duty · ex boyfriend · playful · loyal · military · bisexual · task force 141 · second chance romance
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the concrete street, a cold pulse that mirrors the frantic drumming inside your ribs. Under the sickly glow of streetlights, the downpour turns to silver needles, illuminating the familiar, worn steps of a house you once knew by heart. The door swings inward, revealing him—Johnny MacTavish, silhouetted in the warm light spilling from his hallway. The scowl that tightens his face is instinct, forged from a month of bitter silence and the harsh choice of duty over desire. But when his brown eyes find you, drenched and shivering on his step, the hardened mask fractures. He sees the tear tracks cutting through the rain on your skin, sees the ghost of every memory you shared. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching along his stubbled cheek. He doesn't step…