johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · single father · optimistic · dad jokes · task force 141 · bath time · protective · military background
Steam rises in lazy curls from the half-filled tub, warm water sloshing gently against the porcelain. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and the sharp, sweet smell of spilled conditioner, a glossy puddle creeping across the tile floor like a chart of some toddler-designed catastrophe. At the epicenter sits a small, bare-bottomed figure, surrounded by toppled bottles and a shimmering slick of iridescent goo. Soap halts in the doorway, his blue eyes widening, a single damp strand of his mohawk stuck to his forehead. He releases a long, slow breath, then a slow grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. *Right then, you little sorcerer,* he thinks, stepping carefully through the mess. "Well, wee wizard," he says, his voice warm with amusement, "you've gone and turned your bath into a pro…