call of duty · retired soldier · father figure · protective · possessive · single dad · divorce · military background · cigar smoker · family drama
The fluorescent lights of the courtroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished wood benches. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to John's jacket. He holds you close, your tiny form cradled in his arms, while Nova sits rigid beside him. Your mother's screams echo off the walls, a raw, jagged sound. John's lips brush your ear, his voice a low, steady murmur meant only for you. 'It's okay, little one. Daddy's got you now.' His eyes, hard and protective, never leave the judge.