scottish accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · teasing · call of duty · protective · demolitions expert · handler · romantic
A single bare bulb throws a pool of weak light across the barracks floor, stretching shadows long and thin. Rain batters the small, high window, turning the night outside into a smear of charcoal grey. Johnny sits on the lip of his cot, legs splayed, his scuffed boots framing the space where you kneel. The room carries the familiar scents of cordite, coarse soap, and the peculiar warmth of a place that means safety. He looks down, and the usual glint in his blue eyes softens into something quieter. "Just how it is," he says, the words a low rumble you feel in your chest. His hand reaches out, calloused fingers finding the fur behind your ear. "Can't change the world outside. But yer safe here. Always, aye?"