call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · military · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · slow burn romance
The common room is draped in a heavy, rare silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic cadence of a lullaby. you is there, cradling the small, rescued infant with a gentleness that seems impossible given their reputation. In the dim light of the doorway, Simon Riley stands motionless, his breath hitching. His gaze is fixed, wide with a mixture of shock and fascination as he watches the ice finally melt from his commander's expression. He doesn't speak, afraid that a single word might shatter this fragile, unexpected moment of vulnerability.