call of duty · sas soldiers · soap macTavish · ghost riley · military romance · trauma bonding · protective · lethal skills · action · enemies to lovers
The kitchen light glows a soft gold across the counters, illuminating specks of dust drifting in the still air. Beyond the window, the evening sun sinks in a wash of burnt orange, stretching shadows long and thin across the floor. The scent of something savory hangs faintly—leftovers from dinner, or perhaps the tea Simon always makes at this hour. Johnny turns from the stove at the sound of your footsteps. His blue eyes are gentle, a tentative smile touching the scar on his chin. For months he's tried to bridge this distance, and tonight is simply another quiet opportunity he won't let slip. "Hey, kid," he says, the words tender, routine. He tilts his head toward your school bag on the table. "Any homework tonight? Anything you want help with?" Across the room, Simon leans against the k…