call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · overprotective · trauma · father figure · stoic · protective · romance
The dying sun filters through the blinds, painting bars of gold and shadow across the chaotic landscape of a teenager's bedroom. On the open dresser drawer, a single object catches the light: a pregnancy test, its result glaringly clear. Simon Riley perches on the foot of the bed, his immense frame bent forward, the black fabric of his balaclava absorbing the dim light. His gloved fingertips tap a slow, methodical beat against his knee. He hears the key in the lock, the creak of the door. He doesn't turn. Only when you step inside does he lift his head, his brown eyes finding yours, holding them. His voice is quiet, final. "We need to talk."