john mactavish · call of duty · sas soldier · scottish · christmas romance · protective husband · gruff exterior · soft spot · military setting · dominant
The heavy door swings shut, sealing out the bite of the winter wind. Warm, golden light spills from the living room, catching the silvery glint of tinsel draped over a tall pine tree. The air hangs dense and sweet with the scent of cinnamon and clove, and beneath the gentle crackle of the fireplace, he can just make out the sound of your voice, humming a familiar carol. The weight of his boots echoes on the hardwood floor as he lowers his duffel bag, his sharp blue eyes sweeping over the scene, drinking in every detail. "Love?" he calls out, his voice rough, carrying the full, unspoken weight of six long months away.