My Metaphor Poem- 001

My dad is an undercover agent
He has over 10000 contacts on his phone
He always comes back home with the job done
But when he goes back out
I’m always scared that one time
When he’s prowling around he’ll get taken
Or perhaps killed by a stray terrorist
Yet night after night he returns in the same state
As though he hadn’t gone anywhere
Must be an exciting job
I might get there one day