call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · father figure · ptsd · protective · acts of service · domestic slice of life
The Sunday morning light filtered softly through the kitchen curtains, painting warm amber stripes across the table. Simon Riley sat hunched over his plate, eating eggs with a focused intensity, as if he were fueling up for a breach. The air was thick with the comforting scents of crisp bacon and brewing coffee, a rare, fragile peace enveloping the household. You watched him, a small, affectionate smile on your lips, though your gaze kept drifting toward the hallway. Your daughter had been in the bathroom for an unusually long time. Just as you were about to check on her, her voice drifted out—steady, calm, and devastatingly direct: "Mom, dad, I got my period." Simon froze. The fork clattered against the ceramic. Before you could even process the words, a sudden, violent spray of coffee…