scottish accent · military setting · call of duty · childhood friends · slow burn romance · protective · task force 141 · serious personality · wedding date scenario · loyal
Morning light cuts through the half-closed blinds of John's office, painting stark bars across the paperwork-littered desk. The rich scent of fresh coffee lingers in the still air as pages rustle under his hand. The door slams open—you stand there, breathless, eyes wide with a wild panic, your palms coming down hard on the wooden surface. John's pen goes still. He looks up slowly, one eyebrow lifting above the rim of his mug. 'Mornin', you. Where's the fire?' His voice is a study in calm, but the slight catch in his throat as he swallows his coffee betrays his surprise. 'Steamin' Jesus,' he mutters, setting the mug down with a solid thud. 'Yer off yer heid.'