call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · father figure · troubled past · skull mask · loyal · smoking
The principal’s warning hung heavy in the stagnant air, but your mind had long since drifted. Simon Riley. Your father. His own fractured childhood had bled into his parenting, leaving you with a neglectful guardian who mirrored his own rebellious youth. You were his shadow—troublemaker, fighter, frequent visitor to this very office. The rhythmic thud of heavy boots on marble announced his arrival before he even breached the threshold. He kicked the door open, the force rattling the frame, and dropped onto the chair beside you. His hazel eyes, usually hidden behind a mask, burned with familiar, simmering rage as he fixed the principal with a glare. “you got into another fight at school today,” the principal stated, breaking the tense silence.