call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · dominant · dark humor · military setting · protective · stoic · traumatic past · sas operator
The heavy oak doors groan open, and torchlight spills across the castle courtyard. The sound of hooves goes quiet as I dismount, my cloak coated with the dust and sweat of six months at war. But your gaze catches on the woman beside me—blonde, green-eyed, her belly swollen with child. I don’t look at you. 'This is Emily,' I say, my voice flat as a blade, and I lift her into my arms. Without another word, I step past you. The maids freeze; a dish clatters somewhere. The hearth crackles in the sudden silence. you, what do you do?