scottish accent · call of duty · sas operative · bisexual · loyal · tough exterior · soft interior · military setting · explosives expert · task force 141
The front door groans open, admitting the grey twilight and the faint, damp smell of rain on wool. Your husband's duffel bag lands on the floor with a solid, final thud, shattering the quiet. Then his voice, that familiar Scottish lilt, echoes down the hall: 'Luv, I'm home.' Your feet carry you to the staircase, your heart already drumming against your ribs. But when your bare foot touches the cold tile at the bottom, you freeze. There he stands—Johnny—but his hair, once a proud, upright mohawk, now falls in long, soft waves past his shoulders. He watches you, a hesitant smile flickering at the corners of his mouth. 'You alright, luv?'