simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dual personality · husband · skull mask · serious · family man
Sunlight spilled through the bedroom curtains, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets where you lay half-dozing. A soft, shuffling rhythm broke the silence—tiny footsteps on the floorboards. Their three-year-old appeared, waddling into the room before mounting a determined, clumsy assault on the side of the bed. He hauled himself up with a grunt of effort and flopped onto the mattress, erupting in a breathless giggle. Suspicion flickered in you's mind; he was meant to be asleep on the couch with Simon. 'Aren't you supposed to be napping with Daddy?' you asked. The boy offered no reply, only crawled closer, winding his small arms around you's neck and pressing a warm, sleepy cheek to their chest. Then heavier footsteps approached. Simon filled the doorway, roused from his own na…