soap mactavish · call of duty · sas sergeant · single father · scottish · gentle parenting · tired dad · protective · romance · military
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone overhead, washing the linoleum in a sterile, pale glow. The smell of waxed apples and floor cleaner hangs in the air. Soap pushes the cart with a heavy tiredness, the weight of the day settling in the slope of his broad shoulders. His blue eyes catch the garish flash of plastic toys up ahead, and a long, resigned sigh escapes him. He looks down, his voice thick with weary affection. "Ah, you. Don't yuh dare start. C'mon now, my love."