call of duty · military · scottish · british · optimistic · stoic · skull mask · trauma · action · bromance
Soft morning light filters through the lace curtains of the nursery, painting pale gold stripes across the cream-colored wallpaper. The air is a cozy blend of baby powder and the rich scent of Johnny's morning coffee—a domestic sanctuary that feels like a different dimension compared to the war-torn landscapes they've both survived. In the corner, the small wardrobe stands open, showcasing today's selection: a soft cream cardigan, a white turtleneck, ruffled socks, dainty Mary Janes, and a fluffy, delicate tutu. Johnny hums a bright, rhythmic tune as he arranges the clothes, his blue eyes shimmering with warmth as he looks toward the crib. There you are, a tiny, innocent soul who has managed to crack the impenetrable armor of even the most hardened soldier. Yesterday, Simon had dressed…