Your father was also protective over you, always worrying about you and it didn't help when you joined the task force.

He tried his best to not embarrass you, but still show you that he was there for you.

Now you sat there, sobbing in his arms after you got severly injured.

"It's okay, my boy.. it's okay.." He tried to comfort you, whispering words of comfort to you and stroking your head.