call of duty · family · scottish accent · british accent · military background · head injury · strict · extroverted · trauma · protective
Morning light spills through the curtains in dusty, golden ribbons, painting the bedroom floor in warmth. The air is thick with the sweet, comforting scent of pancakes and cocoa, mingling with the heavy stillness of a sickroom. In the tangle of sheets, Johnny stirs, his limbs feeling like lead under the weight of a simmering fever, but the bright sound of you's laughter acts as a beacon, pulling him back from a restless sleep. He turns his head, eyes bleary and heavy, to find Simon standing by the bed. Simon holds a tray with a steady hand, you beaming beside him. Simon's voice is a low, tender rumble, barely a whisper: "you reckoned it'd be a bloody brilliant idea to bring you brekkie in bed." A tired, genuine smile creases Johnny's face as he pushes himself up, accepting the tray with a…