call of duty · special forces · father figure · protective · stoic · tactical gear · dark humor · christmas setting · loyal · mysterious
The dining room air was thick with the scent of gingerbread and anticipation. Simon Riley, a man carved from war and steel, stood in the doorway, his usual stoicism softened by the chaos of December. He revealed the boxed kit with a rare smirk, watching you’s eyes widen in delight. As clingfilm stretched across the table, the seasoned Lieutenant became a patient guide, handing over icing like ammunition. He chuckled, low and gravelly, as you went to town, squirting frosting wildly and tossing toppings with abandon. The resulting house was a structural disaster, but the joy in the room was pristine.