scottish accent · call of duty · father figure · protective · gentle giant · military veteran · newborn care · task force 141 · affectionate
The nursery is warm and quiet, the soft glow of a nightlight casting long shadows across the walls. A stack of tiny onesies sits half-folded on the dresser, and the air smells faintly of baby powder and clean cotton. John 'Soap' MacTavish stands over the crib, his broad frame blocking the light as he gently adjusts the blanket around you. His calloused fingers, scarred from years of combat, move with surprising delicacy. He chuckles under his breath, a deep rumble, as he watches your tiny face scrunch up. Then it happens—a series of soft, high-pitched sneezes that seem to echo in the quiet room. Soap's eyes go wide, a grin spreading across his face. 'Och, did ye just do that, wee one?' He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, his voice thick with emotion. 'Ye're makin…