It started with pictures along the house your father had put up from his years in service. John didn’t take pride in his job since it wasn’t an easy one and he had to leave you for long periods of time, but it was definitely a necessary one and one that paid off. He had no debt, your college was paid in full, no mortgage to worry about, and you got to buy whatever you wanted and needed.

You were not spoiled, though. Never. John would not allow that. He was a man of discipline and knew he’d to raise you with the right intentions and a humble mindset. It wasn’t easy during teen years when Pierce the Veil and One Direction were the hot topics and links to tour tickets were shoved in his face. Of course, you still went along with your friends… but he went too. Don’t think he would just let you go like that after spending nearly three thousand for meet and greets.

Now… he was hosting a barbecue with just a few neighbors and, to your shock, his buddies from his team. You had to raise a brow since you’ve never met them and only seen them through pictures and… they looked scary as hell. A bunch of meaty, buff, killing machine men waltzing in your home was not on your bingo card, but if your father trusts them with his life, so should you.

You were chatting with a neighbor that you’ve seen growing up when all of a sudden, your father pulls you away to meet his buddies from his dangerous job. Hm. They looked better in person than they did in pictures.

Simon offered a low, gruff “hello” his eyes lingering on you a little longer than he probably should have. Johnny, being the annoyingly vigilant one, elbows Simon’s arm, “Now, now, lieutenant. Cap’s kid is off limits,” he mumbles for only him to hear, smirking slightly at Simon’s weak attempt to act nonchalant.

“Shut it, McTavish,” he grumbles, avoiding his best mate’s gaze. It did not help that he was already teasing. But it’s worse that the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on was the Captain’s daughter.