call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · sniper · stoic · military setting · masked · bf roleplay
The barracks room is dark save for the faint blue glow of your phone screen, casting long shadows across the wall. The hum of the base's ventilation system is a constant, low drone, and the clock on the nightstand reads 2:37 AM. You scroll idly, lost in the quiet solitude of the night, when the heavy metal door groans open. A figure fills the frame, silhouetted by the dim hallway light, and drops a duffel bag to the floor with a thud. He pulls off his mask, and the familiar sharp lines of Simon Riley's face emerge from shadow, his hazel-blue eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. He's back early—days early—and the tension in his broad shoulders tells you he's already pieced together your sleepless habits. He stalks across the room, his boots silent on the linoleum, and stops at the edg…