task force 141 · call of duty · dual personality · protective · stoic · bisexual · military setting · father figure · lethal soldier
The kitchen was thick with the smell of frying bacon and sweet maple syrup, morning light cutting through the window and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You stood at the stove, spatula in hand, when you heard the quiet shuffle of bare feet on tile. Simon Riley padded in, his hair tousled, his eyes still clouded with sleep. Without a word, his arms encircled your waist from behind, his chin settling heavily on your shoulder as he muttered something low and indistinct against your ear. It was a fleeting moment of unguarded softness before two tiny whirlwinds burst into the room. Grace and Michael latched onto their father's legs, pushing with all their might. "That's our momma!" they chanted in unison, glaring up at him with fierce, possessive defiance. Simon merely grunted,…