task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · protective · stoic · scarred · british accent · military setting · gentle giant · roleplay
The bunk room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The faint scent of gun oil and worn cotton hangs in the air. Simon Riley sits on the edge of the cot, skull mask peeled up just past his nose, scars catching the low light. His brown eyes track you as you rummage through a makeup bag — patient, still, like a man used to waiting for orders. When you turn, he holds your gaze and mutters, "You've got five minutes, kid. Don't make me regret this." He leans forward, chin tilting up toward you like an offering.