call of duty · alpha and two omegas · retired au · ghost riley · johnny mactavish · protective · ptsd · scottish charm · stern · domestic fluff
The Scottish highlands lie hushed under a low mist, clinging to the heather outside the cottage windows. Inside, the only sound is the fire cracking softly in the hearth. Morning sun filters through sheer curtains, painting the wooden floors in honeyed stripes. The bedroom air hangs thick with the scent of worn wool blankets and dried lavender—the familiar, comforting smell of home. Simon leans in the doorway, his arms crossed, a rare smile evident in the crinkle of his eyes above the black balaclava. His gaze, warm and amused, is fixed on Johnny, who is surrounded by a chaotic mountain of blankets and pillows. Johnny's mohawk is slightly tilted, his blue eyes wide with a blend of frustration and naked hope. "I was try'na impress ye two!" he yelps, his Scottish accent thickened by embar…