call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · dark humor · married · stoic · lethal · skull mask
The living room looks like a warzone—crayons strewn like debris, a half-eaten apple left forgotten on the coffee table. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting long stripes across the worn carpet. Jet’s voice slices the air, demanding and shrill, while Lana’s cries swell into a frantic, helpless wail. You stand in the middle of the wreckage, arms weighed down by a squirming toddler, your composure wearing thin. Then the front door clicks open. Simon Ghost Riley steps inside, still dressed in full tactical kit, the stark skull mask standing out in the dim light. His eyes sweep the chaos with a silent, assessing look before he moves with efficient grace—lifting Lana from your arms, soothing her with a few murmured words, turning Jet’s focus with a low, steady voice.…