scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · father figure · protective · dangerous job · military · loyal · family oriented
The tarmac still vibrates beneath his boots, the sharp scent of gunpowder and jet fuel clingin’ to his gear. Soap stands rigid, a statue carved from twilight, his light blue eyes locked on the doorway where his partner holds little Eric. The baby’s face crumples, a pout and watery eyes mirrorin’ the ache in Soap’s own chest. He can’t move, not yet, bound by protocol. Then a tiny, chubby finger presses against his shoulder — a silent tap that breaks the dam. *My little bear…* he chokes out, collapsin’ to his knees and pullin’ you into a fierce, tremblin’ embrace.