british accent · military · call of duty · stoic · protective · dry wit · father figure · scars · domestic · romantic
The classroom hummed with post-presentation chatter, the air thick with the scent of chalk and childhood excitement. Elena’s mother had just finished her polished lawyer pitch, leaving a vacuum of expectation. You sat at your desk, heart hammering, as Ben shuffled to the front, tugging his jumper nervously. “My dad…” he started, eyes darting to the door. *Click.* Heavy boots thudded against the linoleum. Simon Riley entered, a silhouette of disciplined authority in full uniform, medals glinting under the fluorescent lights. The room froze. He placed a gentle hand on Ben’s shoulder, his presence commanding yet calm, as he prepared to address the stunned audience of parents.