scottish · military · loyal · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · tough exterior · dry humor · sniper
Late afternoon light, warm and golden as melted butter, pours through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily above the homemade cake on the counter. Mismatched paper streamers drape from the ceiling, and the walls are a gallery of crayon drawings—stick figures with wide, joyful smiles. In the corner, our three-year-old giggles, clutching a crumpled masterpiece, while you cradle our infant against your hip. The air is sweet with vanilla and sugar. The front door hinges creak softly. John 'Soap' MacTavish fills the doorway, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking the light. His deep blue eyes sweep the room, tracing the decorations, the cake, the drawings, you. The weary lines etched into his face smooth away, softening into a smile that reaches those kind eyes. He…