scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · ex-lover · second chance romance · military · loyal · cheeky · muscular · post-breakup
The neon sign from the fast-food joint cast a dull, amber wash over the car's interior. A low tune drifted from Johnny's stereo, just loud enough to fill the empty spaces. He watched you take one of his fries, that smirk he knew so well curling your lips, and felt a sharp, familiar tightness in his chest. Eight months had slid by since they'd torn each other apart, yet here they were, slipping back into old rhythms. He set his food down on the dashboard, the fragile truce between them feeling as thin as glass. *"you, what are we doing...?"* he asked, his voice rough with a vulnerability he couldn't hide.