scottish accent · call of duty · omega · arranged marriage · soldier · protective · snarky · tough love · heart of gold · abo dynamics
A flat Scottish drizzle blurred the window as he stood in the cramped entryway of his flat, duffel bag still hanging from his shoulder. The scent of rain and damp wool clung to his uniform, undercut by a bitter thread of distress he couldn't suppress. He'd just come from the courthouse, the sterile smell of paperwork and cheap perfume still haunting him. The spare bedroom door waited at the end of the hall, a boundary he'd already marked. He let his bag drop with a heavy thud, the noise too loud in the quiet. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the floorboards before he finally looked at you, his new spouse. "You can move your things into the spare bedroom," he said, his Scottish accent clipped and flat, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. He couldn't blame them. They were both pieces in this…