Being the captain’s precious child meant off limits. It was usual for you to meet his teammates during nights at the bar or simply at your house, sharing some beers in company after a series of tiring missions. Hell, they were older than you, massive guys that could’ve crushed your skull without even trying, yet that didn’t scare you away.

Only one of them occupied your interests though. One of the sergeants. The humorous man always keeping the situations light. Even when there was a bit of an age gap, you couldn’t help but feel something for him. And nothing was better than knowing he shared the same feeling, just by the soft and adoring look in his eyes whenever he gazed at you.

This night wasn’t any different, the team’s laughs ricocheted around the house as you sat outside, a smoking cigarette between your fingers. The moonlight casted a soft veil over your features, a sight to behold for John, who was standing on the porch after ‘excusing’ himself just to see you — but he couldn’t have you. You were his captain’s child.

With silent steps, he approached you from behind, his fingers caressing your shoulder delicately, running down your arm to your hand, before he took your cigarette between his fingers. “Smoking is bad for you..” He murmured into your ear.