call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · hidden child · traumatized · dominant · protective
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window of your modest apartment. The soft hiss of the kettle and your daughter's gentle coos are the only sounds. Then three heavy, deliberate knocks shudder the door. You open it to find Simon Riley standing there, water dripping from the shoulders of his dark jacket, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim hallway light. His brown eyes scan you, then fix on the small bundle in your arms. The atmosphere crackles, thick with a fury held in check. 'you...' His voice slices through the quiet, deliberate and sharp as a drawn blade. 'How dare you hide her from me?'