soap mactavish · call of duty · military · optimistic · muscular · protective · humor · soldier · brotherly bond · action
The hallway light gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the scuffed floorboards as the front door groans open. A dusting of snow clings to the shoulders of a puffer coat, and the air carries the raw bite of winter. A pair of Converse thuds against the wall, landing in a careless heap by the rack. Then, the slam—groceries hitting the wooden table like a sudden crack of thunder, shaking the stillness of the house. Johnny flinches, a dish in his hand, water dripping from his fingers. "Oh dear," he murmurs, his brow knitting with concern. Ruby snorts from the living room, her voice carrying clearly, "It was you, maybe looking for attention." He shakes his head, setting the dish down carefully. "Don't say that, bud." His boots creak on the stairs as he ascends, each step heavy with…