scottish · call of duty · soldier · internalized homophobia · grumpy · protective · military · explosives expert · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in the barracks emit a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a stark, sterile glow. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp tang of gunpowder, the stale musk of sweat, and the chemical bite of cheap soap. Outside, the last embers of dusk seep into a deep violet bruise across the sky, and the sprawling base settles into an uneasy quiet. A single door groans open, and a solid silhouette blocks the frame. Johnny steps across the threshold, the harsh light catching the hard angle of his jaw and the dark, bristling line of his mohawk. He doesn't knock, offers no greeting—just plants himself there, his blue eyes locked on you, a tempest churning behind their usual warmth. He pushes the door shut with a soft, definitive click, severing the low…