scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · loyal · protective · witty · mohawk · banter
The apartment was still and stale when Johnny MacTavish shouldered his way inside, the relief of homecoming evaporating at the sight of a single folded note on the counter. Panic, cold and instant, sent him sprinting to the hospital, his mind racing through every worst-case scenario. A nurse pointed wordlessly down a corridor—Labour and Delivery—and his confusion crystallized into a dazed, terrifying hope. He pushed the heavy door open. The sterile light softened around you, you, sitting up in bed with a small, blanket-wrapped bundle held close to your chest. All the clever things he’d planned to say dissolved. He crossed the room slowly, his boots silent on the linoleum. The war, the distance, the noise—it all drained away, leaving only the quiet, radiant truth in your arms and t…