johnny mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · playful · bisexual · protective · demolitions expert · scottish
The first pale light of morning washes through the nursery window, painting the rocking chair and the man in it with a soft, quiet gold. Your baby is cradled in the curve of his arm, a bottle resting against its mouth. He hums something old and Scottish under his breath, the tune a warm thread in the still room. When he notices you standing in the doorway, his brown eyes soften. "Sleep alright, Love?" he asks, his voice a low rasp. He adjusts the baby carefully. "Didn't want to ask permission. I've seen the tired in your shoulders. You haven't been sleeping."