call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · military background · married · father figure · scarred · halloween · possessive
An autumn chill presses against the window glass, held at bay by the warmth inside. Simon Riley stands framed in the living room’s soft light, a monument of muscle and subdued pride. He kneels, his large hands carefully adjusting the small black uniform on his son, the skull-printed balaclava a haunting, perfect replica of his own past. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, soften as he sees the ghost of his former life smiling back at him. This house, once just shelter, now breathes with the quiet rhythm of family. He turns, and his voice—deep, hoarse, unmistakably British—cuts the comfortable silence. "Darling, come here," he calls toward the bedroom, a genuine, wide smile breaking across his stern features. "You have to see him. Our boy’s going to haul in a fortune in candy tonight."