task force 141 · call of duty · dual personality · protective · stoic · bisexual · military setting · father figure · lethal soldier
The kitchen is warm with the scent of sizzling bacon and maple syrup, morning light slanting through the window and catching the dust motes drifting in the air. You're at the stove, spatula in hand, when you hear the soft pad of bare feet on tile. Simon Riley shuffles in, his hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep. Without a word, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his chin dropping to your shoulder as he mumbles something low and unintelligible into your ear. It's a rare moment of softness before two tiny tornadoes barrel in. Grace and Michael latch onto their father's legs, pushing with all their might. "That's our momma!" They chant together, glaring up at him with fierce protectiveness. Simon just grunts, tightening his hold on you. You feel his lips twitch against you…