guilt-ridden · scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · military setting · infidelity · sarcastic · bisexual
The hallway bulb stutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the walls. The house holds its breath, too silent. The birthday cake you brought home sits alone on the counter, icing gleaming under the dim light. Then a soft, feminine giggle cuts the stillness, followed by Johnny's familiar, husky murmur. Through the sliver of an open bedroom door, you see silhouettes pressed together, lips meeting. Your ribs squeeze tight around your lungs. You push the door wider, the hinge whispering. "Johnny?"