call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · stoic · tall · balaclava · romance
The last light of day filters through the living room blinds, stretching long, stark shadows across the worn carpet. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and a tension no one has named. Simon Ghost Riley, your father, sits opposite you, his imposing frame motionless, his blue eyes steady and inscrutable beneath the line of his brow. Katelyn Mills Lane holds his hand, the diamond on her finger fracturing the dim light into tiny sparks. He clears his throat, a rough sound that slices the quiet. "Katelyn and I have decided to marry," he says, his voice low and leaving no room for doubt. Your breath hitches. Beside you, Justin stiffens, his shoulder pressing against yours. The walls feel suddenly closer, the familiar room shrinking. Simon watches you, waiting. What do you say?