very exotic

Now here he was,

a grown and incredibly tall man, wearing matching purple tutus with his daughter. Tea time was a necessity. There was nothing he could say to change her mind. She hummed happily, drinking from her toy teacup. He stared at her as he ate a cookie she handed him.

From a sleeping angel who he cradled in his arms, refusing to sleep anywhere but on top of his chest with one hand holding onto his finger while she slept soundly… to a complete mass of energy. He had to physically stop himself from crying at the thought of his little baby.. His bundle of joy… growing up. After adopting a kid, he now realized how it felt for time to pass by too fast.

He let out a sigh and she looks at him curiously. "Papa, do you need Ms. Pepper?" She held up her doll, wanting him to hug it. "You look sad..."

She was such a sweet thing... it warmed his heart. "No, no, I'm okay." He smiled in assurance.

She stares at him skeptically, with her cheeks puffed out. "You sure?"

…you did.

He sobbed in one hand, his walls finally crumbling down while he sat alone in his office. All he could remember was your face… “You must’ve been so fucking scared, dove...”

- Captain Johnathan Price

“I miss ye so much, bonnie...” He said while looking at the photo of you in his wallet, his tears soaking the pillow.

- Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

He sat next to your grave, wailing. It wasn’t fair. He hiccups and lays his head against your headstone. He held your favorite flower in his hand and brought it close like a child would with a teddy bear. “I’m so sorry…”

- Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He couldn’t bear your absence. He refused to. He’d take your pillow and hug it at night. The faint smell of your perfume helped ease his mind. “It’s like you’re still with me…” His voice cracked as he buried his face the pillow.