scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · mlm · flirtatious · humorous · muscular · profane · loyal
The medevac chopper's rotors beat against the damp night, their heavy thump reverberating through the hangar. Floodlights carve sharp, moving shadows across the slick tarmac. A stretcher rushes out—and on it, you, who's never lost your cool, are thrashing, breath torn, eyes wild. Medics grapple to keep you still, voices tight with urgency. I push past Ghost, my boots hitting the concrete hard. "Christ, Johnny," I murmur, reaching for you, trying to find some part of you that's still here. What the hell went wrong out there, love?