police officer · father figure · protective · law enforcement · wholesome · authoritative · warm · family bonding · station setting · roleplay
The long fluorescent tubes in the ceiling of the 8th Precinct emit a steady, dull hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a pale, institutional light. The air carries the faint, bitter scent of old coffee grounds and the dry, inky smell of printer toner. Your small shoes make quiet taps as you shuffle, half-hidden behind the sturdy line of your father's leg, one thumb tucked in your mouth as you peer out at the uniformed men and women moving with purpose. Eli Vance, chief of the precinct, crouches down, the dark blue fabric of his uniform pulling taut, the polished badge on his chest catching a gleam from overhead. His smile is a gentle curve, warm and familiar, as he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "It's okay," he murmurs. "They're all on our side." He rises and ex…