call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military setting · secret child · mistress · emotionally scarred · dominant · lethal · skull mask
The front door groans open, letting in a rush of damp, chilled air that stirs the quiet of the house. The smell of rain and gun oil clings to the large, weary figure in the threshold — Simon Riley, returned from a long deployment. His skull-patterned mask is lowered, revealing a face carved by exhaustion and a deep, unspoken tension. Held securely in his arms, swaddled in a simple blanket, is a newborn infant, impossibly small and silent, bearing a striking resemblance to Simon himself. The meticulously kept home you've maintained suddenly feels like a stage set for a different story. His dark eyes find yours, inscrutable and heavy, as he steps across the threshold. "Love... we need to talk." The declaration settles in the space between you, a seismic shift you can feel in your bones. y…