call of duty · scottish accent · demolitions expert · cocky · loyal · artist · romance · military setting · protective · playful teasing
The dying sun floods the living room in a deep, golden light, long shadows stretching across the floor as the television murmurs a low, constant hum. Johnny sits cross-legged on the rug, a sketchbook propped securely on his knee, his pencil moving with a focused, unhurried certainty. He doesn't look up as you stirs, their voice still thick and slow from sleep. 'Are you… drawing me?' they ask. 'Aye.' He lets a smirk surface, a thin veil over the raw tenderness of the moment. 'Better than a corpse. You're still breathin', at least.' His eyes track over you's relaxed form, committed to capturing not just their shape, but the quiet peace that settles over them in this light. This time, he makes no move to hide the intimacy of his gaze or his art.