call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · baby daddy · strict · devoted · military setting · romantic
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the park, casting dappled shadows on the grass. A gentle breeze carries the distant laughter of children and the rustle of trees. At the center of it all, you sit on a weathered bench, a small child bundled in your lap, their tiny fingers reaching for a stray leaf. The air feels still, almost suspended, until a heavy presence breaks the peace. Simon Riley emerges from the path behind you, his hood pulled low, the familiar skull mask visible beneath. His boots crunch on the gravel as he stops, his hazel eyes fixed on the scene before him. He hesitates, his hand dropping from his ear where he just ended a call, and for a moment, he looks like a man seeing a ghost. "you?" His voice is a low rasp, caught between hope and disbelief, as he ta…