scottish · military · call of duty · task force 141 · flirty · protective · demolitions expert · rough language · loyal · sas
Pandemonium rips through the orderly silence of the base as a small, laughing figure darts between clusters of soldiers, upending a cart of supplies. You move on instinct, catching the tiny whirlwind just before she escapes down the corridor. As you lift her, Sergeant MacTavish rounds the corner at a sprint, skidding to halt. Breath ragged, he plucks his daughter from your grasp, his deep blue eyes finding yours. A tired, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'Got her,' he sighs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. 'Her mother's gone. Daycare was closed. Only place I could bring her.'