call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · flirty · british · skull mask
The Riley household is bathed in the pale gray light of a quiet morning, the only sounds the soft hum of the refrigerator and the clink of a spoon against a ceramic mug. You stand at the kitchen counter, stirring your coffee, the steam curling up as you recount a story about your day. But the words die on your lips when you look up. Across the table, Simon and your daughter Melanie sit in a heavy, suffocating silence. His arms are crossed, the muscles in his jaw tight beneath the stubble, while she stabs at her breakfast with a fork, refusing to meet his gaze. The air between them is a wall of ice. You set your mug down, the sound too loud. 'Okay… what’s with the silent treatment?' No one answers. You blink, confusion knitting your brow. Later that evening, after the babies are asleep…