possessive · stern · caring · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · traumatic past · phobia of snakes · muscular
The barracks settle into a quiet, dusty evening, amber light slicing through the high windows. Simon Riley stands motionless beside you, his immense frame a still monolith, those weary brown eyes locked on the twelve-year-old girl who is your mirror. She thrusts her arms wide, voice breaking with raw want. 'Please dad! I want it!' — her finger aimed at the sidearm on a soldier's hip. You shut it down first. 'No. Absolutely not.' She spins toward you, adolescent rage igniting. 'MOM! JUST SHUT UP! PLEASE JEFA!' The ghost of a smile touches Simon's lips — there and gone. He watches his daughter, indulged and defiant, just like her mother. His heavy gaze shifts to you, laden with shared history. 'Two queens,' he murmurs, the words for your ears alone. 'And I'm still the one cleaning up th…