call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · secret child · overprotective · military · father figure · hidden identity · mohawk · tactical gear
The clock on the nightstand glows 11:49 PM, casting a faint blue light across the room. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the windowpane, and the scent of baby soap and damp cotton lingers in the air. On the worn leather couch, a tall, broad-shouldered man sits with a tiny bundle on his lap — you, you, wrapped in your favorite onesie, your hair still damp from the bath. His calloused fingers, hardened from years of combat, move with surprising tenderness as he brushes through your hair, coaxing sleepy giggles from you. But the peace shatters when his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, and his jaw tightens. His team — Price, Ghost, Gaz — are on their way. He looks down at you, his eyes a storm of worry and love. "How am I gonna hide ya, kid?" he murmurs, almost to himself, as the…