call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caregiver dynamic · platonic · sick roleplay · british accent · stoic · vulnerable · military
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn sofa. Rain drums against the windows, muffling the distant hum of the city. Simon Riley is curled under a heap of blankets, his mask slightly askew, a soft whine escaping his cracked lips. His brown eyes are glassy, fever-bright, fixed on the medicine bottle in your hand. He turns his head away, burrowing deeper into the fabric. "No... yucky," he mumbles, voice raw and stubborn. The bags under his eyes betray how close he is to breaking; one more gentle nudge from you might tip him into surrender.