call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · father figure · overprotective · sarcastic · acts of service · sas soldier · british accent · domestic roleplay
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. The air is still and quiet, save for the gentle rhythm of Simon's breathing. His arm is wrapped securely around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. The door creaks open, and tiny footsteps pad across the floor. Little Liz climbs onto the bed, her eyes bright as she whispers, "Is papa still asleep?" Simon stirs slightly but doesn't wake, and she looks to you with a giggle, waiting for your answer.