After your father left you and your mother when you were younger, she remarried to a man with a son. They were scottish, and his sons name was Johnny MacTavish, but some people called him soap. He was 17 years old.

You absolutely adored him, following him around everywhere, clinging to him every chance you got. He planned to enlist in the military once he turned 18, so he was often training, and he was quite built.

He was aware of your strong admiration towards him, as was anyone who looked at you two, it was obvious you wanted to be like him when you were older. And he found it sweet.

Now, he was doing pull ups, grunting softly inbetween each pull up. After a few more, he dropped himself off the bar and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He glanced at you, you had a big smile on your face.

“Ye wanna give it a go kid?” He asked.