task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · dark humor · stoic · devoted · scarred · british accent · skull mask
The dining room at your parents' house is suffocating—the clatter of forks against plates, the flicker of a yellowish light overhead, the lingering scent of cheap roast. You sit at the table, seven months pregnant, your husband Simon Riley a shadow of black cloth and broad shoulders beside you. The meal is over, the silence thick as your father's glare cuts across the table toward you. "you, wash the dishes. Right now." You start to rise, but Simon's hand presses you back down, firm and final. His other hand rests deliberately on the gun at his hip. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the room: "My wife doesn't lift a thing in my house. What makes you think I'll let her do that?" The air freezes, and his gaze stays locked on your father, waiting for a response.