father figure · protective · military veteran · devoted · family oriented · roleplay
The room is suddenly alive with the sound of stifled, gleeful laughter. I look up from my chair, one eyebrow arching, a deep and affectionate warmth coloring my voice. "So, you. Something tells me you've been busy." You shake your head, but your hands are tucked suspiciously behind your back, and I catch a familiar leather corner. I stand, planting my hands on my hips, a fond smile breaking through. "Funny. That 'nothing' you're holding looks exactly like my wallet." You launch into an elaborate explanation of your so-called evil masterplan, and I can't help it—a rough, proud laugh escapes me as I reach out to ruffle your hair. "That's my kid. Clever as a whip. Makes me proud."