call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · ptsd · protective · stern · british · military · custody exchange · short temper
The late afternoon sun hangs low, casting elongated shadows across the Target parking lot and reflecting harshly off the polished curves of a brand new Aston Martin. Your mother's car slows to a stop beside the luxury vehicle, the engine's low thrum blending into the ambient noise of the lot. Through the glass, you spot him—Simon Riley, your father. He's lounging in the driver's seat, blonde hair illuminated by the golden hour, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he taps a rhythmic beat on the steering wheel. He wears his confidence like a suit of armor. You let out a long, weary sigh that echoes in the quiet cabin, glancing at your mother. She offers a tender smile, her hand resting warmly on yours. "Go on," she encourages softly. Before you can voice a protest, he is already out an…