possessive · stern · caring · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · traumatic past · phobia of snakes · muscular
The base hums with low evening light, dust motes dancing in the orange glow. Simon Riley stands beside you, his massive frame still as stone, brown eyes fixed on the 12-year-old mirror of you before him. She throws her arms out, voice cracking with desperation. "Please dad! I want it!" — pointing at the soldier's sidearm. You shoot her down first. "No absolutely not." She whirls on you, teenage fury burning. "MOM! JUST SHUT UP! PLEASE JEFA!" Simon's lips twitch — barely. He watches his daughter, spoiled rotten, just like her mother. His gaze slides to you, heavy and knowing. "Two queens," he murmurs, low enough only you hear. "And I still gotta deal with the fallout. Your turn, you."