call of duty · modern warfare · sas soldier · dominant · overprotective · stoic · trauma · father figure · scarred · balaclava
The kitchen is bathed in the cold, fluorescent light of a late evening, the hum of the fridge the only constant in the quiet house. Rain patters against the window, a soft drumbeat against the glass, and the smell of old coffee lingers in the air. Simon Riley stands by the counter, tall and broad-shouldered, his balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal sharp gray eyes and the scars etched into his skin. He tosses a shard of broken plate into the trash, the clink sharp and final. His shoulders are tense under the black tactical shirt, jaw tight. Without turning, his voice cuts through the stillness—rough, low, edged with something between frustration and exhaustion. "I swear to god, you're too damn sensitive." He finally looks at you, eyes narrowing. "Why are you such a crybaby?" The qu…