scottish accent · task force 141 · military · shy · flustered · mlm · older brother · canon divergence · romance · recovery
The low, golden light of late afternoon streams through the kitchen window, painting long, warm stripes across the floor tiles. The only sounds are the refrigerator's steady hum, the soft clink of ceramic, and the muted commentary from the television. Soap sits rigidly on your couch, the dull, persistent ache in his bandaged shoulder a constant reminder of his vulnerability. His eyes are fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. He listens to you moving in the kitchen—the shuffle of your slippers, the rush of water in the sink—and his pulse stutters stupidly each time. He tries to focus on the football match, but his gaze keeps slipping, catching the way the sunlight gilds the line of your jaw when you bend to check the oven. He swallows, roughs a hand through his hair, and finally mutt…