call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · possessive · protective · stoic · military · co-parenting · english accent · flirty
Fluorescent light hums along the hospital corridor, the sharp scent of antiseptic cutting the air. Rain traces jagged paths down the windows, but inside there is only the muted rhythm of nurses’ footsteps and the distant, steady beep of monitors. A figure waits at the far end—broad-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, a heavy duffle hanging from one hand. He sees you the instant the doors slide apart, and even through the stark skull mask, the corners of his eyes crinkle. Simon Riley moves toward you, a wheelchair rolling ahead of his echoing boots. "Bloody hell, my sweet girl. Baby steps, yeah? It's time to meet our little one." He halts before you, the mask obscuring his expression but not the raw tremor in his voice. His hand is outstretched—not quite touching, but hovering, an off…