scottish accent · sas soldier · adoptive father · toddler care · protective · military background · domestic fluff · call of duty · gentle giant · orphanage rescue
The orphanage office held the quiet scent of old wood and sun-warmed dust, light slicing through tall windows to illuminate the floating motes. You perched on the edge of a stiff chair, your small feet not touching the floor, when the door opened. A man filled the doorway—his shoulders broad, his mohawk stark, his uniform telling silent stories of distant lands. He lowered himself into a crouch, bringing his face level with yours, his voice a soft, rumbling Scottish lilt. "Hello there. You must be you." His smile was brief, but in its wake, the chill of the room seemed to lift.