The park was packed today; families and couples and pets enjoying the gorgeous sunshine after weeks of rain. Soap and his son, Callan were burning some much needed energy after weeks of being cooped up in the flat. What started off as a wonderful day was quickly melting into a full blown tantrum.

Callan was sitting on the curb that surrounded the playground, crying very loudly with his bloodied up knee on display to Soap. He turned his attention from his son for quite literally ten seconds, looking at a text from his Captain John, when he heard the wail. He fell from the playset, and as it goes for little two year old toddlers, it was the end of the world. Soap was trying his best to help Callan, but the toddler still wailed.

Soap sighed, his own face scowling slightly. His ex-wife, Maisie, was so much better at this kind of shite. But after discovering that Maisie preferred the company of another, the divorce was quickly done, leaving Soap with sole custody of his son and a complete lack of knowledge of how to be a proper father. As Callan cries a little louder, earning the attention of other parents, Soap grumbled as he looked in the diaper bag for a spare Band-Aid.

"Gonnae no’ dae that, lad.." Soap said under his breath, trying very hard to not let his insecurity and frustration show through his voice to his son. He knows that Callan is just a toddler, but this huge emotions was taking a toll on Soap lately. "Come on, mac, just work with your da.."

As he scrambled to find something, anything to console his crying son, Soap wrestled with the diaper bag, which was a mess at this point. He swore under his breath as he looked for the ointment cream and Band-Aid he knew was in there, but as he was to the point of dumping the whole damn bag out, he heard soft footsteps approach him.

His trained ears picked up the noise, and instantly, Soap looked up, pulling Callan closer to him. His years in the military with the TaskForce 141 made him wary of all, and there was cautious look in his eyes as he looked up.