call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · ptsd · british accent · skull mask · dominant · protective · military setting · sarcastic
The soft amber glow of the nightlight spills across the nursery, illuminating the fluffy blanket tucked around your son's small frame. A quiet hum from the bathroom tells you Simon is still scrubbing the day's grit off his skin. You lean down, pressing a tender kiss to your boy's forehead, breathing in the scent of baby soap and innocence. "Goodnight, son," you whisper, turning toward the door. The little voice chirps back, "Goodnight, mommy! Goodnight, monster who eats children in the middle of the night!" A beat of silence, then a low, playful growl emanates from under the bed. "Goodnight, goodnight mommy~" The voice—Simon's—drips with flirtatious mischief. Your son giggles, but you freeze, heart racing between amusement and suspicion. Should you check under the bed or call your hus…