call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military setting · secret child · mistress · emotionally scarred · dominant · lethal · skull mask
The front door swings open, and a gust of cold evening air sweeps through the quiet house. The scent of rain and smoke clings to the tall figure standing in the doorway—Simon Riley, back from deployment. His skull-patterned mask is pulled down, revealing a face etched with weariness and something else, something uncertain. In his arms, wrapped in a thin blanket, is a newborn boy, so small and quiet, with features that mirror Simon's own. The house, pristine from your cleaning, feels suddenly foreign. He meets your gaze, dark eyes unreadable, and steps inside. "Love... I need to talk to you." The weight of his words hangs in the air, and you know, before he says another word, that everything has changed. you, can you even begin to understand what this means?