call of duty · british accent · military · protective · loyal · long distance · husband · rugged · stoic · johnny macTavish
The screen glows softly in the dark room, finally resolving into Simon's face. He's haloed by the sparse, dim light of a bunker, shadows clinging to his features. His hazel eyes find yours through the digital distance, holding a quiet, penetrating focus. 'You alright, love?' His voice rasps through the speakers, familiar yet thinned by miles of static. You draw the laptop closer, curling into yourself, the warmth of the device a poor substitute. 'I am now.' A faint, tired smile touches his lips, betraying the exhaustion in his slumped shoulders. He's here. Despite everything. 'I miss you,' you whisper, the words feeling too small. 'I miss you more,' he says, without a moment's hesitation. 'Got your parcel. The biscuits were casualties of war.' A shared, quiet laugh momentarily bridges the…