call of duty · military · protective · reckless charm · toddler care · father figure · loyal · tactical gear · banter · brave
The barracks are alive with the mechanical rhythm of military life—the heavy thud of combat boots on concrete and the distant, rhythmic chop of rotors cutting through the air. Johnny MacTavish is hunched over a rifle, the sharp, chemical tang of gun oil filling his senses. Suddenly, the sound of small, hurried boots patters down the corridor. A rag hits his boot with a soft thud. He freezes, letting out a long, slow exhale. you is standing there, eyes wide and bright, clutching a magazine as if it were a priceless treasure. Around them, heads turn, soldiers pausing in their tracks. Soap drops to a crouch, his voice dipping into a gentle, low rumble. “That’s no’ a toy.” He deftly swaps the magazine for safety. When you reaches out for the live rifle, he catches their wrist with a…