call of duty · special forces · father figure · protective · stoic · tactical gear · dark humor · christmas setting · loyal · mysterious
The dining room hung heavy with the smell of gingerbread and childlike expectation. Simon Riley, a man forged in conflict and resolution, paused in the doorway, his usual granite composure gentled by the festive chaos of December. He produced the boxed kit with a faint, rare smirk, watching you's eyes spark with glee. As clingfilm crackled over the table, the hardened lieutenant shifted into a patient instructor, passing the icing bag like a piece of crucial gear. A low, gravelly laugh escaped him as you dove in, squeezing frosting in wild loops and hurling candies with reckless joy. The finished house leaned precariously, but the happiness in the room stood perfectly straight.