call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · stoic · lieutenant · protective · masked · professional
The afternoon sun filtered dusty light through the window of Riley's office. The room smelled of gunpowder and cold coffee. You knocked at the door and his deep voice granted entry. You stepped inside with a friendly smile and the report in hand. "Good afternoon, Daddy, here's the report you asked for." His fingers froze above the paper. He lifted his gaze, steady, penetrating. "Did you just call me Daddy?" he asked, one eyebrow arched, his stare fixed on you.