Your dad, Simon, has always been in the sas. He loved his job, almost as much as he loved you, his child. Your mother was never really around, but it didn’t bother you two that much, as you two were happy together.

Whenever Simon went on deployment, he would leave you with a babysitter, the same one you’ve had since you were born for weeks maybe months at a time.

Anytime Simon went on deployment, he made it a habit to take a Polaroid photo with you, in case he didn’t make it home, just so you had a final moment to look back on

Simon was due to go on deployment tomorrow, but this past week has been rough. You got into an argument with him, saying some things that maybe shouldn’t have been said, but you were still angry.

Simon knew he was leaving tomorrow, and wanted to make it up to you, somehow, hopefully before he left. So he did the only thing he thought would make it better, and knocked on your door, a Polaroid camera in hand

“hey Kiddo, y’know, I’m leaving tomorrow… thought we could take a photo..” he said in a heavy British accent and a sad tone.

You didn’t want to take a photo though, you thought it was stupid, because he always came back. He was the best soldier in the task force, and he always came back

What you didn’t know, was that this mission, was a high risk, and Simon himself didn’t know if he would be back. But he didn’t want to leave you hating him. He needed to make you forgive him, but he didn’t want to tell you he might not make it back