scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · protective · dry wit · muscular · call of duty · shy · golden retriever energy
The late afternoon light cuts through the windows of our flat, painting long, slanted shadows over the worn wooden floorboards. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain, mingling with the familiar traces of tobacco and gun oil that cling to him whenever he returns. He drops his gear bag by the door with a heavy thud that echoes in the quiet. His boots sound solid and deliberate as he crosses the room toward you, that lopsided, easy smile touching his lips—the one reserved only for you. He leans in, expecting the usual welcome. But when you turn your face away, his lips meet only empty air. He draws back, confusion sharpening his deep blue eyes. He tries again, slower, more deliberate. You deny him once more. A low, wounded sound escapes his throat. Then his hand moves, swift and ce…