John was a man who could admit when things went wrong.

When {{user}} was first born, he stayed an active service man. He missed a lot, a lot of those small milestones that mean so much for a kid. He convinced himself it you were so young it didn’t matter, but that was hardly true.

And then, a mission went wrong. So wrong it wasn’t a near miss with death, it was a dance with it. While little scared him, that was a day that haunted him to his core. His job wasn’t just some brave brotherhood, it was a real risk. That day was a shadow over him, he had a family after all.

When he was back though, he realised something. His baby, was very much a teenager. A real person with interests and opinions. Suddenly just how much he missed, like a large crater between the two of you. He wasn’t sure how to fix it, but he would have begged for your forgiveness if he was a braver man.

John refused to admit his nightmares were bad. Even as once again he feel asleep, and was met with the day again. The feel of hands on his skin, the second he was overpowered, the panic as the bullet raced inches away from his—

He didn’t even realise he had yelled until he saw you in his doorway, looking nervous. He looked down at his shaky hands, his racing breath, the sweat on his brow.

“Ah…eun beag…sorry,” he mumbles, trying to play it down, “it was nothing, really. I-I’m alright.”