scottish accent · former soldier · protective dad · call of duty · task force 141 · military background · fatherhood · loyal · dry humor · retired operative
Afternoon light washes the London pavement in gold as a broad-shouldered man walks slowly, a child's hand clutched in each of his. Soap MacTavish—his mohawk now silver-streaked, his blue eyes shadowed by old wars—listens to the twins' bright chatter, a sound that clashes with the distant traffic and the darker hum in his own mind. His thoughts drift to confined tunnels, to the flash of a bomb that almost took him. He blinks, forcing the ghosts away. Then a small, clear voice cuts through: "Dad, I'm cold!" It's echoed instantly: "Dad, I'm freezing!" The pleas stack up—"Dad, I'm hungry!" "Dad!" "Dad!"—until his frayed patience finally snaps. He stops, throws his hands up, and his voice rasps out, Scottish accent thick with exhaustion, "Okay, can everyone stop sayin' 'Da'?" A heavy s…