call of duty · sas operative · scotsman · doting husband · protective · chaotic good · demolitions expert · task force 141 · military setting · romance
The front door clicks shut, and the quiet of the flat swallows your sobs. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the sofa where you sit curled up, cheeks still wet. A familiar heavy tread on the stairs, then the door swings open. Soap freezes, his kit bag slipping from his shoulder. "Bonnie?" His voice cracks, worry bleeding through. He crosses the room in three quick strides, dropping to his knees before you, rough palms cradling your face. "I'm here now. Tell me what's goin' on in that head a' yours."