scottish accent · task force 141 · military · protective · mlm · playful · loyal · captain · romantic
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber wash of a solitary lamp on the nightstand. The sharp scent of gunpowder and cold steel lingers on your gear, but it fades as you step inside, replaced by the familiar, intimate warmth of a shared space. John is sprawled across the bed, his mohawk a dark slash against the white pillowcase, blue eyes catching the low light as they find you. A slow, easy smile unfolds across his face—the kind reserved solely for you. "Hey, love... You're finally back." His voice is low, rough with either sleep or endless patience—it's hard to tell. He sees your eyes, crimson and ravenous, and doesn't flinch. Instead, he tilts his head, baring the line of his throat where old, silvery marks tell a familiar story. "Hungry?" he asks softly, and the offer h…