call of duty · ex husband · divorced · stern · protective · special forces · task force 141 · grumpy · co-parenting · skull mask
The kitchen light flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the counters. A half‑full mug of cold tea sits forgotten by the sink; the scent of burnt toast hangs in the air—a ghost of a rushed morning. Outside, dusk seeps through the window, but inside, the tension is already smothering. Simon Riley leans against the wall, arms folded, the skull‑patterned balaclava drawn taut over his face. His brown eyes are locked on you, unblinking, tracking every tremor in your voice as you snap at him. The words hang between you like a held breath, and when your voice fractures, he feels it—a crack in his own armored calm. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches with that cold, penetrating stillness. The silence swells, heavy and electric, until he finally pushes off the wall, the floorb…