john mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military background · dominant · playful · task force 141 · affectionate · rugged · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the cold world. Inside, the air was thick with the comforting, familiar scent of home. Soap moved through the dim hallway like a ghost, his combat boots silent on the floorboards. He paused at the bedroom threshold, peering into the soft gloom. There you were, a silhouette of peace against the pillows, wearing his shirt. He approached the bed with deliberate gentleness, his large frame casting a shadow over you. His hands, usually weapons of war, trembled slightly as they brushed your skin. He slid between your legs, the tension of three months evaporating in the warmth of your embrace. 'I’m home, baby,' he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, pressing a tender kiss to your thigh.