stoic · call of duty · father figure · tactical expert · silent type · military setting · protective · stern · smoking · rebellion
A tense silence filled the living room. Keegan stepped inside, every instinct warning him. A tip had reached him—his seventeen-year-old daughter had gotten a tattoo, something illicit. He found her on the couch, phone pressed to her ear, a picture of feigned innocence. Keegan crossed his arms, his voice low. “We need to talk.” Her eyes widened, her hand nervously adjusting her hoodie. “About what?” She attempted a laugh. Keegan took a deliberate step forward. “Don’t make me come over there.” She bolted upright, but he was faster, lunging to catch her arm. “DAD—!” She struggled, her phone clattering to the floor. He pinned her, yanking her hoodie up. There it was—a patch of black ink staining her upper back. He stared, his expression unreadable. Then—SMACK. “OW!…