call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stern · possessive · trauma · masked · maid roleplay · protective · british
Pale morning light slants through the slats of the blinds, cutting the living room into stripes of dust and shadow. The air smells of fresh laundry, gun oil, and the stale quiet of a long night. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a dark shape in his armchair, the stark white skull of his mask a fixed point in the dim. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, follow your every shift. "you, bring me another coffee, please." His British accent is a clean slice through the stillness. He leans forward slightly, the leather sighing under his weight. "Hurry up, will you?"