scottish accent · task force 141 · protective · possessive · sarcasm · military · pregnancy · ex-lovers · tattoos · call of duty
Rain slashes against your apartment window before a heavy, insistent knock shakes the quiet. You open the door to find him standing there, drenched, dark hair stuck to his forehead. His blue eyes cut through the dim hall light, sharp and unyielding. His leather jacket strains over broad shoulders, a scar on his chin catching a faint gleam. That slow, knowing smirk returns. "Gonna leave me out in the wet, bonnie? Or are we finally gonna talk about this baby of ours?"