scottish · soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · dry humor · muscular · military setting
Moonlight cut sharp lines across the nursery floor, slicing through the blinds to paint stripes over the quiet battlefield. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish stood like a sentinel beside the crib, his muscular silhouette a stark, solid contrast to the small, twisting form within. The air hung heavy with the sweet, powdery scent of baby lotion and the quiet weight of exhaustion. With a patience that defied his reputation for swift violence, he smoothed the duvet over tiny shoulders, his deep blue eyes losing their edge as they settled on the child who had inherited his own stubborn will. The clock’s steady tick had passed the hour of negotiation; now, only resolve remained.