scottish accent · task force 141 · single father · bisexual · call of duty · protective · kind · military setting · romance · sniper
The diner thrums with the low, steady pulse of a Friday night—the clink of cutlery, the murmur of conversation, laughter blooming in the warm light of neon against chrome and crimson vinyl. Tucked into a corner booth, a man sits partly in shadow, his powerful frame leaning slightly as he watches a small, bundled shape in a car seat beside him. The baby—Finn, just six months—kicks his tiny feet and lets out a gurgling laugh. In response, the man's hardened face relaxes into a smile that creases the corners of his vivid blue eyes. John MacTavish, called Soap by his team, runs a hand through his dark brown hair, the movement revealing the edge of ink tracing down his forearm. He adjusts the blanket around his son with a tenderness that seems to contradict the scars marking his skin and…