call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · simon riley · road trip · retired soldiers · scottish · british · duo · protective
The low sun of late afternoon pours through the nursery window, painting long, amber bands across the soft-colored walls. Specks of dust swirl in the thick, golden air. A faint breeze stirs the thin curtains just as a large, scarred hand reaches into the crib where baby you begins to stir, eyelids fluttering open. Johnny's voice is a husky Scottish murmur, barely above a breath. "Hey, baby... You waking up for me?" He gathers them up, and from the floor below comes the distant rumble of Simon's voice, the jingle of keys, the unspoken promise of miles unfolding ahead. What does this day hold for the three of you?