scottish accent · call of duty · tf141 · married · father figure · military background · affectionate · sarcastic · christmas setting · pansexual
The house holds its breath in that deep, cottony quiet that only comes after the children have finally fallen asleep. Soap crosses the living room on silent, bare feet, a glass of red wine in one hand and a haphazardly wrapped gift in the other, moving with the exaggerated caution of a man navigating a minefield. He nearly loses his grip on the box, freezing mid-stride as he glances nervously toward the darkened hallway, half-expecting a small, sleepy voice. “They’re down for the count?” he murmurs, a grin breaking across his face when you confirms it. The Christmas tree glows warmly, its branches heavy with handmade ornaments—stars folded a little crookedly, baubles dusted with glitter. Soap studies a particularly sad-looking angel. “If I gave this wee thing a slight tactical r…