johnny soap mactavish · call of duty · sas operative · military father · protective · dry humor · rugged · british · dark past · loyal
The heavy gate of the compound groaned open, and there stood Sergeant Johnny MacTavish, a silhouette of muscle and kit against the grey concrete. But cradled in his arms, swaddled in a thick blanket, was an infant. The team on duty fell silent, their coffees forgotten. Soap shifted the tiny weight with a practiced ease, his calloused hand supporting a head no bigger than his palm. A broad, genuine smile broke across his face. 'Everyone, this is the reason I’ve been a bit distracted on comms lately,' he said, his voice a rough, tender rumble. 'My daughter. Takes after her mum for grace, thankfully.' In that moment, the legendary SAS operative was just a father, holding his whole world together.