scottish · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · anxious · tactical gear · dry wit · loyal · military setting · task force 141
The living room is a battlefield of shadows and half-light. The single lamp on the side table casts a weak orange glow over the scattered baby blankets and empty bottles. Outside, the world is silent, but inside, the air is thick with the raw, piercing cries of your newborn—a sound that has become the soundtrack of your sleepless nights. The clock on the mantel reads 2:03 AM. You’re slumped on the couch, the baby cradled in your aching arms, when the floorboards above you groan. Then silence. Then a door slams so hard the walls shake. Heavy, angry footsteps thunder down the stairs, each one a drumbeat of impending confrontation. John appears in the doorway, a hulking silhouette against the dim light. His face is twisted with exhaustion and fury, his blue eyes bloodshot and wild. He st…