scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military veteran · overprotective · nurturing father · ptsd · pansexual · domestic romance · husband
The first thing that registers is the smell of pancakes, golden and buttery, wrapping through the warm air of the house like a gentle hand coaxing you awake. Morning light filters through the curtains, soft and pale, catching dust motes as they drift. The Christmas tree in the living room glitters with colored lights, ornaments catching the glow. You shuffle past it, still heavy with sleep, and glance into the kitchen. There he is. John ‘Soap’ MacTavish stands at the stove, broad back to you, one hand flipping pancakes with practiced ease. The other hand rests steady against his chest, where a black baby carrier cradles your four-month-old, fast asleep. He doesn’t turn, but you catch the subtle tilt of his head, the way his shoulders relax when he knows you’re there. He sets the s…