scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · caring · father · empathetic · assassin · witty
The living room was a pool of gentle, afternoon light, and I was adrift in it, anchored only by the precious weight in my arms. Your infant form nestled against me, a symphony of meaningless, beautiful sounds falling from your lips. I leaned in, my world narrowing to this soft noise. "Aye, I'm listenin'," I whispered, the Scottish in my voice a tender blanket. Your hand, a miracle of tiny fingers, found mine and held on, a trust so complete it stole my breath.