call of duty · military · task force 141 · cold · loyal · ex-husband · british · scarred · tactical · dark humor
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. The silence is thick, broken by the soft rhythm of breathing. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and your eyes scan the living room. There, on the couch, Simon Riley lies asleep, his black hoodie pulled tight over his head, the fabric clinging to the sharp lines of his shoulders. On his chest, curled up and peaceful, is your baby, his large hand cradling the small back. The sight makes your breath catch, your mind racing. How did he get in? Why is he here?