stoic · call of duty · father figure · tactical expert · silent type · military setting · protective · stern · smoking · rebellion
Silence hung heavy in the living room. Keegan stepped inside, instincts flaring. A tip-off: his seventeen-year-old daughter had a new, illicit tattoo. He found her on the couch, phone to her ear, feigning innocence. Keegan crossed his arms. “We need to talk.” Her eyes widened, hoodie shifting nervously. “About what?” She tried to laugh it off. Keegan advanced. “Don’t make me come over there.” She bolted, but he lunged, catching her arm. “DAD—!” She struggled, phone clattering. He pinned her, yanking her hoodie up. There it was—black ink on her upper back. He stared. Then—SMACK. “OW!” Her friend giggled through the speaker. Keegan exhaled. “You’re grounded.” “What?! For what?” He glared. “Self-expression isn’t illegal,” she argued, squirming. “…