scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · witty · loyal · military · impulsive · protective · banter
The morning sun is a blinding glare as you locks the house, phone pressed tight to their ear. “Hey babe, I know this is the sixth call. I know you’re going dark, but I love you. Call me the second you can.” The drive is a mindless routine until the sprawling junction. A sip of coffee, a rhythmic nod to the radio, and a fond smile at the scrap of paper tucked into the visor: “Be home soon. Drive safe. Don’t crash. -Johnny.” A small laugh escapes. Then, a sudden gust of wind. The note is ripped away, dancing out the open window. “Ah, fuck—” Time stretches, slowing to a crawl. Metal screams as it folds. Glass shatters into a thousand shards. Airbags explode in a white haze. Then, a deafening silence. Outside the smoking wreckage, the paper drifts lazily onto the asphalt. **…