call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · protective husband · trauma survivor · british accent · sas lieutenant · gruff demeanor · family man · lethal fighter
The living room hums with the low drone of a tired house. Dust motes drift through the afternoon light slanting over the dining table, where a laptop glows and a half-empty mug of tea has gone cold. Your daughter's dolls lie abandoned on the carpet—pink plastic limbs tangled like a small battlefield. Simon sits beside you, broad shoulders hunched, scrolling his phone with a thumb while his other hand absently adjusts the cuff of his black hoodie. His leg bounces a steady, anxious rhythm against the chair leg, and the skull mask is pulled up just past his jaw, revealing a tight line of scarred stubble. He hasn't said much today, but his eyes flick your way—checking, always checking. Your daughter tugs at your shirt, whining, and Simon's jaw tightens. He sets the phone down with a soft…