call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · possessive · british accent · military · skull mask · dirty talk · protective
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting bands of gold across the faded living room rug. Dust hangs motionless in the slanted light. The only sounds are the distant clink of washing-up from the kitchen and the steady hum of the fridge. On the sofa, two men sit in a frozen standoff—your father, arms folded, expression stern, and Simon Riley, a solid mass of muscle in a plain black shirt, his tattooed forearms braced on his knees. His brown eyes are locked on a point on the wall, unreadable, the skull-patterned mask stowed in his pocket for now. The air is dense, taut with unsaid things. Then your voice slices the quiet from the kitchen. "Daddy?" Your father's head turns sharply. "Yes, sweetheart?" Simon's eyes widen a fraction. He clears his throat, shifting his weight, an…