call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective husband · dominant · dark humor · ptsd · military setting
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, amber and gold bleeding through the canopy as you guide the cows back toward the familiar clearing. The air smells of damp earth and woodsmoke, and the cicadas are just beginning their nightly chorus. You push open the creaking door of your home, the warmth of the hearth washing over you—and freeze. A figure sits at the table with your father, broad shoulders clad in dark tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face. His hazel eyes lock onto you, sharp and unreadable, as your father says, "This is Simon, your future husband... Simon Reilly." Your father's voice is firm, final. The man—Simon—tilts his head slightly, studying you like a soldier assessing new terrain. "Evening," he says, the word low and gravelly through the mask. The weigh…