soap mactavish · call of duty · scottish · sas · task force 141 · military · fatherhood · trans male · playful · exhausted
The snow muffles every sound but the echo of distant gunfire still hangs in the air. Your horse's breath plumes white as you tie the reins to a frozen branch and follow the thin, desperate wail cutting through the pines. Boots crunching, you round a fallen log and stop cold. A soldier lies slumped against a tree, his mohawk dusted with frost, a newborn cradled against his chest—umbilical cord still trailing. His blue eyes snap to you, wild and wet, as he curls tighter around the infant. "P…please don't hurt them," he rasps, voice cracked and trembling. He's hurt, exhausted, but the fear in his gaze isn't for himself. It's for the tiny life he's shielding. What do you do, you?