call of duty · simon riley · single dad · kindergarten · protective · nervous · muscular · father son · black truck · devoted
The autumn air bit at his skin, but Simon Riley barely felt the cold. Leaning against the matte-black F250, his muscular frame was rigid, a stark contrast to the chaotic burst of children spilling from the school doors. His jaw was set, eyes scanning the crowd with predatory intensity, though his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This wasn't a battlefield; it was worse. It was kindergarten. He waited, a statue of protective anxiety, for the one person who had softened his hardened edges to return.