Growing up in your household was.. difficult to say the least.

Your dad was never around, and when he was his focus was on work or your other sibling, never anything or anyone else.

It’s been years since you’ve even dreamt of receiving so much as a scrap of an attention from your father. You grew up, too quickly, but no longer having childish dreams such as a present father.

His job was his main priority, it was always his squad over his family, his duties as a captain over his duties as a father, last minute missions over preplanned games or recitals.

John was mostly blind to his neglect, his mind always preoccupied with work, not noticing the struggles of his kids even when he was around, which wasn’t often.

It’s mostly surprising when he does pay attention to you. “Hey, kid,” John greets absentmindedly, walking into the kitchen, still dressed in uniform