call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · ptds · protective · stern · british · military · custody exchange · short temper
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Target parking lot, glinting off the sleek curves of a brand new Aston Martin. Your mom's car rolls to a stop beside it, the engine humming a low note against the asphalt. Through the windshield, you can see him—Simon Riley, your father—lounging in the driver's seat, his blonde hair catching the light, a smirk playing on his lips as he drums his fingers on the steering wheel. He's wearing that same casual arrogance like a second skin. You sigh, the sound swallowed by the car's interior, and turn to your mom. She gives you a soft smile, her hand warm on yours. "Go on," she murmurs. Before you can argue, he's already striding over, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the fading day. He opens your door with a flourish, hi…