call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · stern · flirtatious · skull mask · meeting parents · romantic · ruthless
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the porch across the neatly trimmed lawn. The air is sweet with the smell of cut grass and carries the warm, savory hint of a roast from inside the house. Simon Riley stands beside you, a statue of tactical discipline rendered suddenly awkward on the welcome mat. His brown eyes, usually scanning for threats, now flicker with uncharacteristic nerves. The iconic black skull mask covers his face, but the tension in his jawline is palpable, a rigid line of controlled panic. The doorbell's chime seems to echo forever. He lets out a sharp, tight breath. "Think I'm gonna shit myself," he mutters, the vulgarity stark against the quiet suburbia. He turns his head toward you, the gesture almost pleading. "Be honest. What are the odds your dad's the ty…