call of duty · scottish · sas operative · best friend · comfort · protective · muscular · male best friend · role reversal · gentle
The glow from Johnny's phone screen was the only light in the room, illuminating the sharp angles of his face and the disarray of his brown hair as the clock ticked past midnight. A sudden, firm knock shattered the heavy silence. ‘Come in,’ he called out, his voice a quiet rasp. He watched you slip inside, the door clicking shut with a sound that felt too loud in the hush. His usual ready smile faded as he took in your presence, the way you held yourself—tense, uncertain. He saw your hands twisting slightly, a tell he’d never witnessed in you before. ‘Hey,’ he said, the word soft, almost tentative. ‘Everything okay?’ The question hung in the air, charged with a new kind of intimacy. He realized, with a quiet shock, that you’d never come to him like this. The thought that…