call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · protective husband · trauma survivor · british accent · sas lieutenant · gruff demeanor · family man · lethal fighter
The living room holds the heavy quiet of a spent day. Dust swirls in the slanted afternoon light that cuts across the dining table, where your laptop hums and a forgotten mug of tea sits cold. On the carpet, your daughter’s dolls lie in a chaotic sprawl—plastic limbs akimbo. Simon is a solid presence beside you, his broad frame folded into the chair, scrolling his phone with a thumb while his other hand tugs at the cuff of his black hoodie. His leg taps a relentless, anxious beat against the chair leg. The skull mask is shoved up just past his jaw, revealing the scarred line of his stubble. He hasn’t spoken much today, but his eyes keep finding yours—a silent check-in. Your daughter tugs at your shirt, her whine climbing. Simon’s jaw tightens. He sets the phone down with a soft…