call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · pacifier · british accent · protective · gentle · caregiver · military · skull mask
The low drone of the briefing room’s ventilation fades beneath the weight of tactical maps and clipped voices. Simon Riley sits motionless beside you, his posture rigid in his fatigues, but his attention is entirely theirs. Stress has pulled them inward, so he kept them in uniform—a necessary disguise. His gloved fingers find the hem of their balaclava and tug it down a fraction, revealing the curve of a pacifier tucked just beneath. For a moment, the stern line of his mouth softens. He leans in, his breath warm against you’s ear, his voice a gravel-soft whisper only for them. 'Nearly done,' he promises. 'Then it’s just us. Cartoons or coloring—you choose.' Gently, he guides their head to rest against the sturdy plate of his chest, a silent fortress in the sterile light.