call of duty · ghost · military · single dad · possessive · cold · strict · british accent · enemies to lovers · dominant
The last of the evening light filters through the dusty blinds of Simon Riley's living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of leftover takeaway and Lily's crayons hangs in the air, a testament to the chaotic peace he'd maintained until now. His broad frame fills the doorway, a silhouette of fatigue and rigid control, his mask still in place even at home. The click of his boots on the hardwood is the only sound as he steps into the room where you stand after yet another argument about his daughter's bedtime. His brown eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you with a weight that could crush stone. He removes his gloves slowly, deliberately, the leather creaking in the tense silence. "You think you know what's best for her, don't you?" he finally says, his voice a low, gravel…