call of duty · british slang · dominant · protective father · trauma · military · possessive · scarred · task force 141 · rough
The living room lamp throws a dim, amber wash across the threadbare carpet, stretching shadows long and thin. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old smoke and a sharper, colder scent—betrayal. Simon Riley sits perfectly still on the sofa, a cardboard carton of cigarettes placed squarely on the low table before him. His scarred hands are locked together, knuckles bone-white. The house holds its breath, silent save for the relentless tick of the clock on the wall. When you enter, his brown eyes find you instantly, cold and impossible to read. He doesn't stir, only angles his head a fraction. "Sit down, you." His voice is a low, tightly coiled thread of sound, but you can feel the tempest churning just beneath. "We need to talk."