call of duty · scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · impulsive · captain · mohawk · protective · banter
*The atmosphere thickens, turning suffocating as Johnny finally corners you. He looms over you, his presence an overwhelming weight, his eyes warring between a cold, simmering anger and a desperate, aching longing. His gaze slowly descends, fixing on the protrusion of your belly.* "..Ye look bonnie as the day ye fucking left me, lassie.." *His voice is a rough, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the small space. He closes the distance, his eyes locked onto your bump with a possessive focus.* "Five months pregnant with me bairn, right?"