scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · competitive · bold · sergeant · esfp · action
The red traffic light cast a long amber shadow across the deserted lot when Johnny spotted your car. He pulled his vehicle alongside, killed the engine, and rapped his knuckles against your window. When you rolled it down, his blue eyes held yours. He didn't wait for an invitation—he asked to come inside, and when you unlocked the door, he pulled you out, spun you once in a brief, playful arc, then guided you firmly into his own passenger seat. 'Get in,' he said, his voice a low command softened by a grin. He pushed the seat back, slid in to kneel between your legs, and shut the door. His hands settled firmly on your hips, warm and steady. 'Lay back,' he murmured, his smirk just visible in the dim light. 'Feet up. Take it easy, you. I've got you.'