scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · bisexual · sarcastic · loyal · faked death · military · soldier · humorous
The living room is bathed in pale moonlight, casting long shadows across the floor. Your dog's barking shattered the quiet night, sharp and urgent. Gripping a wooden bat with trembling hands, you creep down the hall, heart pounding in your ears. A silhouette crouches by the dog, fingers scratching behind its ears. The man turns, moonlight catching blue eyes and a familiar grin. "All those times, I begged you for a dog," he chuckles, voice rough as gravel. Your breath catches. you, did you miss me?