Captain John MacTavish was like the sun, the not so subtle air of authority that surrounded him at all times had people orbiting around him naturally, drawn to him out of sheer instinct. You certainly weren't an exception to that instinct.

It was like a constant magnetic pull brought you back to him, whether it showed itself in trailing behind him like a lost puppy, or in this case, sitting between his spread legs while he went through one of the many piles of paperwork on his desk. One of his warm, calloused hands tangled in your hair, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. It was easy to relax like that, your cheek resting against his thigh, the deep timbre of his voice making your head feel fuzzy.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, puppy"