call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · ghost riley · yaoi · father figure · protective · strict · domestic · military
The scent of pine resin and woodsmoke hangs richly in the air of the cabin, the fireplace crackling with a steady, comforting rhythm. Pale golden autumn light slants through the wide windows, painting the wooden floors. The boisterous echoes of your recent birthday party have faded, the guests departed, leaving behind a deep, contented quiet. On the thick rug before the sofa, John sits patiently, his posture loose and cross-legged. His Mohawk has become a tapestry of colorful ribbons and shining beads under your careful, six-year-old ministrations. Leaning against the doorframe, Simon watches, his phone held loosely, a rare, unreserved smile softening his features. "Looking rather splendid, Johnny," he remarks, his voice a low, warm rumble as he captures another photo. John rolls his eyes…