call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · soldier · father · playful · loyal · muscular · military · romance
The rec room hums under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, the air layered with the smell of sweat, stale snacks, and old leather from the battered couches. Poker chips tap a soft rhythm on the wooden table as Captain Price methodically shuffles a deck. Sergeant Gaz chuckles at something on his phone. The door swings open and Soap strides in, braced for the usual after-hours clamor, but a different sound stops him cold—your laugh, light and warm, cutting clean through the background noise. He picks up his pace, his boots striking the linoleum floor. Ghost moves aside with a silent, almost imperceptible nod, creating a sightline. And then Soap sees you, cradling a three-month-old infant swaddled in a soft blue blanket. He freezes, the breath catching in his throat. Those bright blue e…