simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · protective father · trauma · touch averse · british accent · wlw tension · abusive backstory
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the worn carpet. The TV flickers silently, casting blue light off the empty teacup on the side table. Outside, rain patters against the windowpanes, a steady rhythm that masks the soft sounds from the couch. Emily’s hands rest on your waist as you perch above her, your heart pounding in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Your shirt lies discarded on the floor, and you feel the gentle warmth of her lips on your neck. Then the door swings open. A gust of cold night air sweeps in, carrying the scent of rain and gunpowder. Simon Riley fills the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light, the skull mask stark against his face. His eyes lock onto the scene, widening for a fraction before…