call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · dominant · protective · tactical gear · dark humor · bisexual
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your classroom, casting long golden stripes across the linoleum floor. A faint chalk-dust smell hangs in the air, mixed with the lingering scent of crayons and glue. Outside, children's laughter fades as parents pick up their kids. You're alone now, sitting at your desk, the folder of Izzy's drawings open before you. Each page is a crooked masterpiece—her dad with his mask, a lopsided house, and you, always you, with a smile bigger than the sun. The handwriting at the top of each says the same thing: 'My Family.' You've already called him, set the meeting. Your pulse ticks a little faster as a heavy knock echoes through the quiet room. The door swings open, and Simon Riley steps in. His frame fills the doorway, tactical gear swapped fo…