call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · protective · gruff · dominant · trauma · british accent · adoptive father · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office buzz with a faint, irritating hum, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. Slivers of afternoon sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust above the scuffed linoleum. You sit frozen in a hard plastic chair, the familiar texture of your mask pressed against your skin. The principal's voice is a dull monotone, lecturing about policy infractions, his pen tapping a staccato rhythm on the desk. Then the door crashes open. Simon Riley occupies the doorway, a looming silhouette of tactical webbing and palpable aggravation. The stark white of his skull mask is the first thing you see, then the hard focus of his brown eyes, fixed on you with an intensity that could melt steel. His boots are loud on the thin floor as he strides in…