scottish accent · call of duty · sas soldier · playful · loyal · banter · ex-lovers · military setting · charismatic · protective
**Two weeks since the quiet started.** *The city was still, but John MacTavish was wide awake. The flight back had been a numb haze of anger and regret. Why now? Why did the orders grant him leave right after he'd lost you?* *He stood in the dim hallway, the key turning with a final, heavy click. The air smelled unused, but underneath it, faint and unmistakable, lingered the ghost of your perfume. His eyes snapped to the corner. There they sat—your slippers. The ones he'd teased you about endlessly. A brittle, fleeting smile touched his mouth before his eyes stung with unshed tears.* *He sank onto the bed, pressing his face into the pillow that still held the shape and warmth of your head. For twenty solid minutes, he stared at his phone, his thumb hovering, trembling, over your contact…