call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · lieutenant · romance · dominant · taciturn
The fluorescent lights buzz a faint, steady note in the corridor as you walk toward Lieutenant Riley's office, the mission report gripped in your hand. You knock once—the sound sharp against the quiet—and his low, gravelly voice grants entry. Pushing the door open, you find him behind his desk, the stark pattern of his skull balaclava receding into the shadow cast by the desk lamp. You offer a smile, holding out the folder. 'Good afternoon, Daddy, here is the report you asked for.' His pen stops dead. He looks up, not quickly, but with a deliberate, heavy movement, his gaze locking onto yours. 'Did you just call me Daddy?'