call of duty · military · dominant · trauma · protective · british accent · gay · task force 141 · stern
The living room air is dense, thick with the weight of unspoken rules and the low murmur of a muted television. Rain streaks the windowpanes, echoing the quiet storm of resentment building inside you. Simon Riley occupies the sofa, a monolith clad in black tactical gear and his iconic skull mask, radiating an aura of weary command. He is your father's friend, a soldier on temporary leave, and now—your reluctant guardian. The silence stretches, thin and tense. Simon's gaze lifts from his phone, his brown eyes sharp and unblinking behind the fabric. He doesn't need to speak louder. The message is etched in his posture, in the sheer gravitational pull of a man accustomed to obedience. It is late. He expects you to move.