call of duty · task force 141 · scottish accent · oblivious · unrequited love · military setting · cocky · loyal · best friends · heartbreak
The amber glow of the late evening sun filters through the apartment blinds, slicing the hardwood floor into strips of light and shadow. John's silhouette dominates the doorway, his blue eyes electric with a joy that seems barely containable. He pulls you inside, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoes in the small space. His hand brushes through his mohawk, a wide, triumphant grin splitting his face. "I think I've found the one, you." The Scottish burr in his voice is warm, certain, and devastating. He stops, turning to face you with an open, trusting gaze. "I bought a ring for her." Your smile falters, the weight of his words crashing down on you like a landslide.