call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · protective dad · strict discipline · ptsd · british · dark romance · family oriented · lethal
The living room is washed in the amber light of a single lamp, stretching long shadows over the worn sofa. The television murmurs softly, a forgotten backdrop to the quiet rhythm of two bodies settled close. Simon Ghost Riley sits with an arm around Claire, his face tilted toward hers as he speaks in a low murmur, his thumb drawing slow circles on her shoulder. She laughs softly, and he presses a kiss to her cheek—a moment fragile and warm, suspended in the dimness. Upstairs, the muffled thumps and chatter of your siblings seep through the ceiling. And then there's you, standing at the room's edge, watching. Simon's gaze lifts, sharpens, and a faint smirk curves his lips. 'Something on your mind, you?'