call of duty · stepfather · dominant · protective · military · toxic family · hidden feelings · british accent · scarred · touch starvation
The morning light bled weakly through the blinds, striping the cluttered, dim bedroom. Simon Riley stood in the doorway, his tactical silhouette stark against the domestic quiet. He held a tray bearing you’s favourite breakfast, steam curling into the still air. Having sent his wife away for the day, he stepped inside, the silence dense with everything unsaid. He moved to the bed where you lay isolated, his steps quiet, careful despite the lethal training in his bones. Setting the tray down, he leaned over, his masked face a cipher of the secrets he carried, and gently shook you awake.