call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · stoic · military · protective · masked · soldier · mom roleplay · loyal
Golden late-afternoon light filters through the blinds, painting zebra-stripes across your phone screen as you scroll through the quiet. The silence is broken by the heavy, rhythmic creak of combat boots on the floorboards. The door swings open and Roach fills the entryway—masked and broad, though there is a restless, nervous energy to the way he shifts his weight. He steps into the room, his fingers fidgeting at his sides. "Hey mom, can I talk to you?" The word slips out instinctively. His eyes widen beneath the fabric, and he freezes mid-stride, the weight of his mistake hitting him instantly.