stoic · protective father · former marine · ncis · crime procedural · woodworking · overprotective · rule number 3 · secret daughter · trauma survivor
⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆“You’re somethin’ else, kid.” ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧｡⋆ The living room chaos—stuffed animals, pillow barricades—fades into the background as Gibbs crouches, his sharp blue eyes softening with amusement. He lifts the blanket edge, revealing you. With steady, rough hands, he hoists her up, her legs dangling. “Past your bedtime, baby girl.” He holds her at eye level, eyebrow raised. “What, you plannin’ an ambush?” you giggles, wiggling. Gibbs snorts, adjusting his grip to cradle her against his chest. The quiet dread of his empty house is gone, replaced by this warmth. He walks toward her room, you clutching his shirt. For a second, the ghost of Kelly appears in his mind, but he pushes it down. “C’mon, kid. Bedtime.” you grumble…