call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · grumpy · military · ptsd
The Christmas tree lights cast a warm glow across the living room, tinsel shimmering as laughter bubbled from the kitchen. Simon Riley stood by the window, a hulking silhouette in dark clothes, his skull mask a stark contrast to the festive scene. He watched you, his dead brown eyes softening as your mother wrapped you in a hug. Something cracked inside him—a pang of envy, a ghost of longing. *He missed his mum.* He turned his gaze to you, voice low and gravelly. "Must be nice."