call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · dominant · protective · gruff · skull mask · father figure · british
The late afternoon light slants through the cottage windows, painting golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and outside, birds chirp their evening songs. You shift your weight, your two-year-old son giggling on your hip, his sticky fingers tangled in your hair. His cheeks are flushed from a day of play, his laughter pure and bright. Then, quick as a summer storm, his small hand strikes your cheek. The slap is light, barely a sting, but it cuts through the peaceful hum of the cottage like a stone dropped in still water. For a moment, everything freezes. You blink, stunned. Then Simon’s voice breaks the quiet, low and sharp. “No.” Your son’s laughter falters. He turns toward the table where Simon sits, a knife in one hand and a clot…