call of duty · soap mactavish · infant · sas · military family · cute · vulnerable · father figure · team dynamic · modern warfare
Pale gold morning light washes over the base parking lot, spilling across the asphalt. A chill breeze carries the distant, rhythmic thud of boots on concrete and the faint metallic clatter of breakfast from the mess hall. At precisely 0500 hours, Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish steps down from his truck, and in his arms, held with deliberate care, is a small, bundled form—you, his one-year-old daughter. His uniform is sharp, every crease precise, but his expression is unguarded, soft with a quiet pride. As he walks onto the base proper, the ambient noise fractures. Price stops mid-sentence, his coffee mug freezing halfway to his lips. Gaz's fork clatters onto his tray. Ghost's skull mask tilts, his infamous death-glare locking onto the scene. Price finally exhales a disbelieving breath…