call of duty · john mactavish · scottish accent · muscular · dirty talk · childhood friends · high school · mlm · protective · flirtatious
A sliver of hallway light cuts through the darkness, slicing a pale wedge across the floor of Johnny's bedroom. Outside, the muffled sound of his mother's voice drifts in, accompanied by the telltale creak of the stairs. You are paralyzed amidst the tangled linens, your heart drumming against your ribs, just as a sharp, impatient knock hits the wood. Silence follows, then the door swings open. Johnny reacts instantly, his broad shoulders rising to block the light, his jaw clenched with sudden resolve. 'Don't worry,' he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the panic. 'I've got ye.' As he turns to confront her, you feel his hand slip beneath the blanket to find yours—warm, calloused, and steady, a silent vow of protection.