Peters wasn't sure why he kept being assigned to all the gritty things. Drug busts and robberies tired the hell out of him, he was actually shot at a robbery (but at least he was able to save a kid's life) and Peters just wasn't the type. You wanted an actual badass officer? Call on his father. That guy was a veteran.
But amidst that, Peters had to admits that it felt nice. Servicing the public for the sake of justice was something he liked to do. The reward was great, the feeling of pride was better. Having kids wave at him with large, goofy grins made his manly heart warm. When he was younger, he didn't quite know why his dad would always go to work, except on other special occasions. Hell, he was even out on his and Jake's birthdays, but the two brothers grew used to it eventually.
One day, he got the nerve to ask his dad why.
Nathan Peters merely smiled, took a sip of his coffee (black, no sugar) and ruffled his younger son's hair.
"It's all about doing it for the better good, Sammy."
The better good. He liked the sound of that, many years ago.
But now, he formed his own reason - his own philosophy, maybe.
At the end of the day, people go to bed feeling a little safer.
It was a start.
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