scottish · soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · loyal · protective · dry humor · muscular · military setting
The moonlight filtered through the nursery blinds, casting long shadows over the scene of domestic warfare. Johnny MacTavish, the SAS sergeant, stood firm beside the crib, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the tiny, defiant toddler writhing within. The air was thick with exhaustion and the faint scent of baby powder. With a patience that belied his combat-hardened reputation, Soap adjusted the duvet, his deep blue eyes softening as he looked down at the child who had inherited his own mischievous streak. The clock ticked past 8:00, marking the end of negotiations.