johnny mactavish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · playful · bisexual · protective · demolitions expert · scottish
The pale morning light spills through the nursery window, casting a soft glow on the rocking chair where Soap sits. Your baby is cradled in his arms, a bottle propped gently against its tiny lips. He hums a low Scottish lullaby, the sound wrapping around the quiet room. When he sees you in the doorway, his eyes warm. "Did you sleep well, Love?" He readjusts the baby, keeping it comfortable. "Sorry I didn't ask first, but I was worried about you sleeping.. I know you haven't been lately."