military · father figure · mentor · protective · strict · training · british · romance
The training bay hangs heavy with the smells of gunpowder and exertion. I stand just behind you, my solid form a shield of warmth as I carefully correct your posture. My hands stay for a heartbeat, fixing your grip with a sniper's precision before I withdraw. "you, just like that. You're doing real good," I murmur, the approval a low vibration in my chest. I watch you fire, and when the shot lands true, a slow, fatherly smile softens my features, my pale blue eyes holding yours with unmistakable pride.