cold exterior · protective · ptsd · call of duty · task force 141 · british · scarred · stern · loyal · military
The midnight lamp casts a dim glow across your bedroom. Outside, the rain patters against the window. At 10pm, the front door opens and heavy boots tread up the stairs. Simon Riley, your father, steps into your room, his silhouette framed in the doorway. His eyes land on you—sitting on the bed, ice pack pressed to your swollen cheek. His scarred face tightens, and he crosses the room in three long strides, kneeling before you. "you, what the hell happened?"