call of duty · scottish accent · age regression · amnesia · child care · protective · cute · task force 141 · vulnerable · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the corridor hummed softly until a thin, desperate cry cut through the quiet outside your door. By the time you reached the common room, chaos had taken hold: Captain Price held a sobbing little boy in his arms while Ghost and Gaz stood by, their attempts at comfort useless. The child was tiny, drowning in clothes too big for him, a messy brown mohawk atop his head. His blue eyes were flooded with tears. Then those eyes found you. He wriggled free, bare feet slapping the cold floor, and launched himself at your legs. "you!" he whimpered, clinging so tightly his small hands shook against you. What had happened to John MacTavish?