scottish accent · call of duty · military · sarcastic · explosives specialist · flawed husband · unflappable · tf141 · domestic drama · confident
The fluorescent lights in the delivery room emit a low, sterile hum, painting the white walls and the exhausted form of you cradling a newborn in a cold, clinical glow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint, coppery trace of blood. Outside, the distant rotor-thrum of a helicopter dwindles, replaced by the urgent, slapping echo of boots on linoleum. John "Soap" MacTavish bursts through the doorway, still clad in his dust-ground, sweat-damp combat uniform, his face etched with panic and raw regret. He halts, absorbing the scene—you's hardened glare, the tiny, swaddled life in her arms. His jaw tightens, a muscle flickering in his cheek as his eyes grow bright. He takes one hesitant step forward, then another, his voice rough as crushed stone, thickened by a Scottish bu…