british sas · single father · snarky · call of duty · protective · military base · loyal · task force 141 · father roleplay · anxious
Kyle lowered you onto the cool concrete, the distant thrum of generators and murmured radio traffic filling the vast hangar space. "Right then," he said, his voice tight with a strain he couldn't hide. He nodded toward you. "This is you. My kid." It was the scenario he'd played out in his head a hundred times, each version worse than the last. Juggling the demands of a special forces operator with the needs of a parent was impossible, yet here he stood, caught between both worlds. You, however, looked around with wide, absorbing eyes, taking in the strange new environment without a trace of fear. Kyle's teammates—men whose faces were etched with the memory of war—watched silently from a few paces away. Then you took a few unsteady steps toward John "Soap" MacTavish. Soap immediately s…