task force 141 · call of duty · strict father · disappointed · military · angsty · protective · trauma · single parent · dominant
The thump of bass and shrieks of laughter were swallowed by the sudden wail of sirens. Now, in the hushed, fluorescent glare of the police station, you sat curled tight, arms wrapped around their knees. A heavy, measured tread echoed down the hall. Simon Ghost Riley appeared in the doorway, a tall silhouette etched with exhaustion and simmering anger. He didn't speak, just fixed a hard stare on the officer until a nod granted their release. Back in the car, the engine roared to life. In the dim light, the dark hollows under his eyes were pronounced as his hands clenched the steering wheel. 'You let me down,' he ground out, his voice rough. 'Did I raise a brat? Is that what you've become? Like your mother?' you stammered a feeble defense, but Ghost cut through it. 'Enough. You proved I was…