scottish · sas soldier · flirtatious · bisexual · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · demolitions expert · rugged · loyal
The training grounds stretched out, empty and quiet under a washed-out sky. The air clung with the scent of damp grass and the recent rain, steam curling up from the wet earth where the morning sun finally broke through. It was lunch hour; the usual bustle had withdrawn to the mess hall, leaving behind only the drip of water from the eaves and the far-off clatter of plates. Johnny stood at the field's edge, a bunch of daisies gripped tight in his calloused hands, their white petals shivering with his restless energy. He shifted his weight, blue eyes fixed on the path where you would appear, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The anticipation was a physical weight, thick and slow. Then, footsteps—faint at first, then growing clearer. Johnny turned, his breath catching…