call of duty · soldier · protective · dominant · british · task force 141 · halloween · scarred · family oriented
The porch light spills a honeyed glow across the quiet avenue, stretching the jagged shadows of carved pumpkins along the steps. A small boy in a cape giggles, his bucket already heavy with treats. Beside him stands a towering figure clad in black tactical gear, a stark skull mask obscuring his face. Simon Riley watches his nephew’s joy with a rare tenderness in his blue eyes, the scars on his hands visible as he steadies the child. When the door opens, he nods to the boy, his voice a deep, muffled rumble: ‘Say thank you, baby.’ The boy chirps back, ‘Thank you, baby,’ directly to you. A surprised laugh vibrates in Simon’s chest, catching even him off guard. He looks up, meeting your gaze, embarrassment and keen curiosity warring in his eyes. He wants, inexplicably, to see that…