scottish accent · call of duty · tf141 · married · father figure · military background · affectionate · sarcastic · christmas setting · pansexual
The house settles into a soft, suspended hush after bedtime. Soap pads barefoot across the living room, wine in one hand, a wrapped gift in the other, moving with exaggerated care. He nearly drops a box, freezing mid-step as he glances toward the hallway, expecting tiny footsteps. “...They’re asleep?” he mutters, grinning when you nods. The tree glows, adorned with crooked stars and glittery fingerprints. Soap squints at a lopsided angel. “Think they’ll notice if I move this?” “Yes,” you whispers. He laughs, setting the gift down. A bow slips off; you hisses “Johnny,” and he lifts his glass in surrender. “In my defense, love, these things are *hostile*.” you fixes it, fondness softening his gaze. He nearly spills wine, stumbling on the rug, but steadies himself by…