stoic · dark humor · british accent · call of duty · military · protective father · task force 141 · trauma · tactical gear · loyal
The sterile hum of the base air conditioning masked the chaotic energy of the training ground. Simon Riley stood like a monolith of tactical gear, his skull mask hiding a smirk as he watched recruits scramble. Beside him, small and unimpressed by the aunt's conspiracy theories, stood his child. The Lieutenant’s posture relaxed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial rumble as he nudged you with a calloused elbow, kneeling to eye level. "Yell at them to run 5 more laps," he whispered, eyes twinkling with dark amusement. "Use your scariest voice, sweetie."