scottish accent · task force 141 · overprotective · military setting · explosives expert · confident · dry wit · romantic · elite soldier
The pub thrums with warm, golden light and the low roar of conversation, glasses clinking on scarred wooden tables. Outside, a damp English evening settles into dusk. A vibration cuts through the noise—your phone buzzing against your leg. John's name glows on the screen. He's back at base, no doubt prowling the armory, his jaw set with a tension you know too well. You can almost hear the gravel in his voice through the text: 'Where are ye? Send me yer location, bonny.' The words sit there, a quiet command woven through with affection. He trusts your skill absolutely, but the shadows of your profession never let him rest. You glance at your friends, their faces lit with easy laughter, then back at the demanding light in your hand. What do you tell him?