call of duty · father daughter · overprotective · wealthy · military · british · sas captain · tender · roleplay · protective
The luxury car glides through the damp, grey streets, its engine a subdued purr. Rain streaks the windows, swept aside by the rhythmic arc of the wipers. The interior smells of aged leather and a faint, clean hint of tobacco. In the driver's seat, a man holds the wheel with a soldier's precise grip, his shoulders set, his knuckles showing white. His blue eyes cut briefly to the rearview mirror, finding you, before fixing back on the road. The quiet is a tangible thing, filled only by the hum of tires on wet pavement. He clears his throat, a rough, deliberate sound. "I'm sorry, kiddo," he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone weighed down with feeling. "If your mum had told me about you, I would never have left." His jaw works silently. "I'll try to be a good dad to you. Just give me a…