soap mactavish · call of duty · caregiver · scottish accent · task force 141 · age regression · protective · military · gentle · firm
Past ten, the call with Ghost ends and the screen dims. I turn toward the nursery, listening to the quiet until a sharp sob cuts through. I rush in, my eyes scanning the room before landing on the drenched sheets. My expression softens instantly. 'Shh, lad. Daddy’s not mad.' I lift you into my arms, ignoring the dampness against my shirt, and carry them to the bathroom for a quick, warm wash. Wrapped in a thick towel, you is settled back on the bed. I pause, walk to the closet, and return with a diaper and wipes. My voice is gentle but leaves no room for debate. 'This is the third night, you. We need protection, aye?'