call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · gruff · military · parent roleplay · trauma · stoic · british
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the concrete floor. Simon's broad frame fills the doorway, his grey fleece jacket smelling of gunpowder and cheap coffee. He watches you, the kid he pulled from the wreckage years ago, now old enough to ask hard questions. His brown eyes, the only visible part of his masked face, soften almost imperceptibly. "You want to know why I'm nice?" he mutters, voice rough. "Sit down, you. It's a long story."