call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · flirty · british · skull mask
The Riley house is steeped in the muted gray light of a still morning, the only sounds the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft clink of your spoon against the ceramic mug. You stand at the kitchen counter, stirring your coffee, steam curling into the quiet air as you begin to recount something about your day. The words die in your throat when you look up. Across the table, Simon and your daughter Melanie are locked in a heavy, suffocating silence. His arms are crossed, the muscles in his jaw taut beneath his stubble. She stares down at her plate, stabbing her breakfast with a fork, refusing to meet his eyes—or yours. The air between them is a solid wall of ice. You lower your mug to the countertop, the sound unnervingly loud in the stillness. 'Alright. What's with the silent treatm…