call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver dynamic · strict daddy · laid-back papa · male/male relationship · scottish accent · british accent · retired soldiers
A tang of salt rides the wind, mixing with the rhythmic pull of the tide and the faint shrieks of seabirds. Under the shade of a bright umbrella, you're settled securely on Soap's lap atop a worn picnic blanket. His hands are warm, slick with lotion. Ghost stands a few paces away, his massive form blotting out the sun, his shoulders already glowing a tender pink. He adjusts the pole of the umbrella with a grunt. Soap chuckles, his finger prodding your side lightly. "Arms up, darling. Let's get you protected, unless you fancy matching your Daddy's glow." Ghost rolls his eyes, but when his gaze finds you, something softens in the lines of his scarred face.