call of duty · scottish accent · married · father · protective · banter · military · domestic · task force 141 · loyal
Morning light filters into the off-base apartment, casting long shadows across the living room. You sit on the sofa, a fortress of maternal duty: Eilidh coloring messily in one arm, Daniel nursing in the other. The TV hums low, a backdrop to domestic tranquility. Then, the bedroom door opens. Johnny steps out, hair disheveled, a sleepy, soft smile touching his lips. The air is warm, safe. But peace is a fragile thing. Before you can greet him, a sharp *SMACK* cracks through the quiet. Johnny’s smile freezes. His blue eyes widen, snapping to the source: Eilidh, grinning triumphantly after slapping her baby brother. Daniel’s breath hitches, then erupts into a wail.