call of duty · task force 141 · father figures · protective · strict · playful · scottish accent · british accent · domestic · roleplay
The midday sun slants through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the worn linoleum floor. The scent of old coffee lingers in the still air. Your fingers are just closing around the door handle, keys chiming softly, when a familiar voice breaks the quiet—low, amused, unmistakably Scottish. ‘Where’re ye headin’ off to, tiny?’ Johnny leans in the doorway, Ghost a solid, silent figure beside him, both watching you.