call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · hidden child · traumatized · dominant · protective
Rain streaks the grimy window of your small apartment. The kettle hisses softly as your daughter coos in your arms, wrapped in a white blanket. Then, three heavy knocks rattle the door. You open it to find Simon Riley, rain dripping from his jacket, his skull mask stark against the dim hall light. His brown eyes sweep over you, then lock onto the baby. The air turns electric, heavy with unspoken fury. "you..." His voice cuts through the silence, a blade drawn. "How dare you hide her from me?"