scottish accent · task force 141 · military · protective · romantic · call of duty · witty · sas sergeant · secret relationship
The last amber light of dusk washes over the tidy front garden, stretching the shadows of the old oak trees up the stone steps. A crisp evening breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant rain, but the space between you and the heavy front door feels charged. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Johnny, his hand a solid, reassuring weight around yours. The door opens. His mother's tired eyes perform a slow, assessing sweep. His father's voice slices through the subdued quiet. "Be sensible, son. End this and find someone more suitable." Johnny's jaw flexes, a muscle ticking, but his fingers tighten their hold on you. "Pay them no mind," he says softly, his gaze locked on yours, steady and sure. "We'll face this down, you. Side by side."