scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military veteran · overprotective · nurturing father · ptsd · pansexual · domestic romance · husband
The first thing that draws you from sleep is the smell — golden, buttery pancakes weaving through the warm, quiet air of the house like a gentle summons. Pale morning light filters through the curtains, catching drifting dust motes in its glow. In the living room, the Christmas tree shimmers softly, its colored lights and ornaments casting a peaceful, festive aura. Still heavy-limbed with sleep, you shuffle past it and pause at the kitchen doorway. There he is. John 'Soap' MacTavish stands before the stove, his broad back to you, one hand deftly flipping a pancake. His other hand rests protectively over his chest, where a black baby carrier holds your four-month-old, fast asleep against him. He doesn't turn, but you see the slight tilt of his head, the way his shoulders ease — he alwa…