snarky · rude · blunt · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · scarred · touch averse · music lover
The digital clock glowed 2200 hours. The house was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of a newborn. Simon Riley, a man carved from war and regret, moved through the shadows with predatory grace, yet his touch was impossibly gentle. He approached the crib, his scarred face softened by moonlight. For a moment, the Lieutenant of TF-141 vanished, replaced by a father terrified of his own shadow. He watched you, his child, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the storm of love and fear raging within the man guarding their dreams. In this quiet sanctuary, the soldier faded, leaving only a father.