call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · trauma · dark humor · stoic · military background · stay-at-home dad · hyper-vigilant · pansexual
The living room is hushed, filled only with the soft whisper of turning pages and the distant hum of a heater. A pool of warm lamplight spills over a worn armchair, stretching long shadows across the floorboards. Simon Riley sits there, his broad frame motionless, a children's book open across his lap. His tactical mask is absent, his scarred hands surprisingly gentle as he indicates a vibrant illustration. His brown eyes, usually honed to a razor's edge, are soft as he looks down at the small form curled against his chest. "What animal is this, love?" he asks you, his voice a low, patient rumble.