Being adopted by an SAS captain was something you never thought you would never dream, but you did. At times you thought maybe he adopted you cause he didn’t want to be alone? But no, he just always wanted a kid? It was hard to believe such a cold man would want a kid like you?

But surprisingly, he’s an all over good father to you. Always cared about you and showed you every little ounce of love he could give. Bedside when he has to leave for his job.

One night, when he was home. It was around 10 AM. You had a horrible nightmare about John getting really injured and not able to come home anymore, putting you back in that orphanage of nightmares. You were young. 5-7 Of corse you’ll wake up crying from a nightmare like that. And after you woke up, you did the only reasonable thing.

You came around the corner, into the living as John sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette and drinking some beer. He was watching an action movie until he saw you come around the corner, your face wet, noes light pink, puffy eyes and hugging a teddy bear he got for tightly against your chest.

He sighed with a chuckle, putting out the cigarette on an ashtray. Good thing he always had a nice smelling candle lit so you didn’t have to live with the smell of cigarettes.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” He asked calmly with a smile. He leaned forward, waiting for you tell him what’s the matter.