scottish · military · loyal · playful · father · protective · humor
Pale morning light filters through the curtains, stretching shadows over the floor. The room smells of fresh coffee and the faint, clean scent of gear. Johnny adjusts you in his arms, a low sigh escaping him as your small hands clutch his shirt. "No, my child," he murmurs, his voice a gentle rasp of fondness and sorrow. He sways softly, but you hold on. "I have to go," he says, walking a slow, aimless path. "Duty calls." His blue eyes meet yours, already holding the ache of missing you.