I Have Seen These Two Terms Being Confused, So I Made This Little Explanation

I have seen these two terms being confused, so I made this little explanation

It's funny how we can find both of these things in the Aviary

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John "Soap" MacTavish x fem Reader

Summary: Johnny found an abandoned Baby during a mission

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them.

Warnings ⚠️: None maybe grammatical and spelling errors 😅

Little Bundle

The night was quiet in the makeshift base, the only sounds being the distant hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of soldiers moving about.

John "Soap" MacTavish had just returned from a particularly harrowing mission, one that had taken a surprising turn. Instead of the usual spoils of war, he had found a baby

—abandoned and alone in a crumbling building. It was a sight that tugged at his heartstrings, and against all odds, he had brought the child back with him.

“Price, I can’t just leave her there,” he had argued, his voice firm yet laced with an unusual softness. Captain John Price had raised an eyebrow but ultimately relented, knowing that once Soap had made up his mind, there was no changing it.

Now, as he sat in his quarters, the baby swaddled in a makeshift blanket, he felt a strange sense of pride. He had fed her, changed her, and even given her a quick bath in the sink. She was a tiny bundle of joy, and he was determined to take care of her. But as the hours passed, the initial confidence began to wane.

In the middle of the night, the baby’s cries pierced the silence, echoing off the walls of the small room. Soap’s heart raced as he tried to soothe her, rocking her gently in his arms. “C’mon, lass, it’s just a bit of noise, right?” he murmured, but the baby only cried louder. Panic set in as he realized he was in over his head.

With a messy mohawk and dark bags under his eyes, he stumbled out of his quarters, cradling the baby against his chest. He knocked on the door of Y/N’s sleeping quarters, desperation creeping into his voice. “Y/N! Open up, please!”

The door creaked open, revealing Y/N, her hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. “Soap? What’s going on?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

“I… I can’t get her to stop crying!” he blurted out, his Scottish accent thick with anxiety. “I fed her, changed her, even bathed her, but she just won’t settle!”

Y/N’s motherly instincts kicked in as she took a step back, allowing him to enter. “Let me see her,” she said, her voice calm and soothing. Soap handed over the baby, watching with wide eyes as Y/N expertly cradled the child. She gently patted the baby’s back, whispering soft words that seemed to calm the little one.

“Sometimes they just need to burp,” Y/N explained, her tone reassuring. After a few moments of gentle patting, the baby let out a small burp, followed by a contented sigh. Soap’s shoulders relaxed as he watched the transformation.

“See? Easy peasy,” Y/N said with a smile, and soon enough, the baby’s cries faded into soft coos, and then silence. Soap couldn’t help but grin, relief washing over him.

As they settled onto the bed, the baby nestled between them, Y/N and Soap exchanged whispers. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Soap said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, she is,” Y/N replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. “I never thought I’d see you like this, Soap. You’re a natural.”

“Maybe I’m not as bad as you thought,” he teased, nudging her playfully. “I mean, I’ve always been good with kids, right?”

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’ve always been a pain, but I guess you’re not entirely hopeless.”

As the night wore on, they found themselves drifting closer, the warmth of each other’s presence comforting. The baby slept soundly between them, a peaceful little angel in the midst of chaos. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and they both succumbed to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

In that quiet moment, amidst the chaos of their lives, they found a sense of peace—a bond forged not just in battle, but in the shared responsibility of caring for a tiny life. And as they slept, the baby’s soft breaths filled the room, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always room for love and hope.

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