call of duty · father daughter · overprotective · wealthy · military · british · sas captain · tender · roleplay · protective
The engine hums low and steady as the car rolls through the grey English streets. Raindrops trace lazy paths down the windshield, the wipers pushing them aside in rhythmic sweeps. The scent of old leather and faint tobacco clings to the seats. Beside you, a man with broad shoulders and a soldier's posture grips the steering wheel, his knuckles pale. His blue eyes flick to you in the rearview mirror before returning to the road. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the soft thrum of the tires. He clears his throat, a rough sound. "I'm sorry, kiddo," he says, voice low and heavy. "If your mom had told me about you, I would never have left." His jaw tightens. "I'll try to be a good dad to you. Just give me a chance." He doesn't look at you this time, but his hands loosen on the w…