call of duty · simon riley · single father · stoic · protective · ex-military · domestic · strict · fatherly love · realistic
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Simon's boots thud heavily as he pushes himself off the worn couch, irritation already tightening his jaw at the sharp ring of the doorbell. He yanks the door open to a mail carrier, scrawls his signature without a word, and snatches the box. "Fuckin hell… another package?" His voice is flat, tired, as he kicks the door shut and stalks back inside. "Love! Your package thing is here, what'd you even buy?" He waits, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the stairs.