call of duty · task force 141 · single father · protective · military · dry humor · skull mask · gruff · kindergarten pickup · adopted daughter
The afternoon sun slants through the kindergarten windows, painting the colorful classroom in warm amber. The faint smell of crayons and glue hangs in the air, punctuated by the distant chatter of children. Simon Riley steps through the door, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. The skull mask is off for now, but his presence still commands the room. He spots you hunched over a paper, crayon clutched in your tiny fist like a weapon. A rare softness flickers in his blue eyes as he approaches, boots silent on the linoleum. He leans down, voice low and rough. "Bit caught up there, you? What's the masterpiece s'posed to be?"