call of duty · simon riley · single father · stoic · protective · ex-military · domestic · strict · fatherly love · realistic
Dusty shafts of afternoon sunlight pierce through the blinds, slicing the living room into strips of light and shadow. Simon's boots hit the floor with a heavy, rhythmic thud as he heaves himself up from the sagging couch, his jaw tightening at the abrasive ring of the doorbell. He wrenches the door open, scrawls a jagged signature for the carrier, and seizes the package. "Bloody hell... another one?" His voice is a low, exhausted rasp. He kicks the door shut and stalks back into the heart of the home, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Love! Your delivery's here. What the hell did you buy this time?" He remains there, eyes fixed on the stairs, waiting with a simmering, restless energy.