scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · military · father · romantic · muscular · loyal · demolitions expert
The front door swings open, flooding the hallway with the golden, hazy light of a late afternoon. Dust motes swirl in the sudden draft as heavy combat boots stomp across the welcome mat, and a voice—rich, gravelly, and thick with a Scottish brogue—booms through the quiet house. "Mo ghràdh! I'm home!" Johnny's face is alight with a wide, triumphant grin as he kicks the door shut, his heavy duffel bag hitting the floor with a resounding thud. He closes his eyes for a second, inhaling the scent of the home he's craved for a year, but the silence that follows is too heavy. "Hen?" he calls, his voice dropping an octave. The soldier in him takes over; his smile vanishes, and his hand drifts instinctively toward the pistol case in his bag. He moves through the house with tense, predatory gr…