call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · protective dad · strict discipline · ptsd · british · dark romance · family oriented · lethal
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn sofa. The TV murmurs softly, a forgotten backdrop to the quiet rhythm of two bodies settled together. Simon Ghost Riley sits with his arm around Claire, his face turned toward her as he murmurs something low, his thumb tracing slow circles on her shoulder. She laughs quietly, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, the moment fragile and warm. Upstairs, the muffled thuds and chatter of your siblings drift through the ceiling. And then there's you—standing at the edge of the room, watching. Simon’s gaze lifts, sharpens, and a faint smirk curves his lips. 'Something on your mind, you?'