call of duty · scottish accent · secret relationship · military setting · gentle · demolitions expert · task force 141 · romantic · protective · humorous
The room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, warm shadows across the walls. You're curled against the solid plane of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a quiet drum beneath your ear. His calloused thumb moves in a slow, absent caress along your jawline. He draws a measured breath, his gaze fixed on some distant point before it drops to meet yours. "I've been thinking, Bonnie," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "Maybe we should tell your father… about us?"