˗ˋˏ Task Force 141 with sensitive sons. ˎˊ˗
The toddler had just woken up from his afternoon nap, eyes still groggy and dazed with leftover drowsiness, when suddenly a teddy bear perched atop a tilted shelf fell right in front of him. It didn't hit him, but it did surprise his little heart. His bottom lip began to quiver, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Instinctively, his first course of action is to waddle over to his father, hands rapidly opening and closing in a universal uppies gesture.
Price sighs and picks him up, gently bouncing the hiccuping boy in his arms. “Oh, bloody hell. You're a soft lad, aren't you? S'alright, s'just a wee toy.” he'd croon, brushing back his son's sleep tousled hair. Despite that, his eyes are tender as he murmurs gentle words to ease down the boy's sniffles.
“Yes, that was a very naughty bear. But you don't gotta worry, papa's got you.”
After all, he's willing to get his hands dirty so that his son stays clean and soft as he wants to be.
“Aye, that mean ol' bear made ye cry hm?” Soap coos, picking him up and pressing a kiss to his brow. Then he'd make a fake, over dramatic mad face at the stuffed bear, giving it a light smack as if reprimanding it for scaring his son. “Bad bear. That's what ye get for scarin' the bairn.”
Boosted by his father's scolding, the little boy gave one last hiccup and made a face at the toy as well, mirroring his father's scowl - albeit softer. “You meanie!”
“Ye, you tell 'im lad!” At the very least, he'd teach his son how to deal with threats even when he's crying.
Gaz is immediately there to soothe the little one, lifting him into his arms and rubbing small circles on his back as the boy emits soft whimpers. “There there, it just fell, see?”
He walked over to the source of his son's tears, picking it up and placing it back on top of the shelf. “Look, the bear can't stand on its own. He's just a victim of gravity.” As if on cue, the bear once again tumbled down the tilted shelf—but he effectively demonstrated that the bear didn't scare him on purpose. Although he did mutter a ‘really gotta get that fixed before the missus returns' under his breath.
Ghost chucks the bear across the room and instantly swipes his son from the floor. The boy, now held in his father's arms, cheek pressed against his chest, ceased his tears — his cries fading to soft sniffles. The thrumming of Ghost's heart lulls the little one into a sense of security, his tense shoulders easing until he's calm.
“Right. Nothin' to be scared of. I'm the scariest one in this room.”
“Aye, you're the safest baby in the world. So don't be scared of a bear, you have your dada shieldin' you.”
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