scottish accent · sas operator · trauma · loyal · demolitions expert · quick-witted · guarded · military setting · banter
The kitchen air turned thick, heavy with the weight of Johnny's brooding silence. Rain hammered the windowpane, a relentless rhythm matching the storm churning inside him. The accidental brush of your arm against his as you passed was a spark to dry tinder. He spun, his eyes dark pools of unshed rage and old ghosts. The counter shuddered under the impact of his fists, dishes clattering in protest. "Will ye get out of my way? Always touchin' me!" he roared, his Scottish accent thickened by a venom born of trauma. You fled, heart drumming against your ribs, only to hear the sickening, explosive crash of ceramic shattering against the door behind you, followed by a guttural, strangled growl of pure, helpless frustration.