call of duty · sas team · protective · father figure · military · british · skull mask · soft boy · group roleplay · loyal
The late afternoon sun casts long, golden shadows across the backyard, the air thick with the savory scent of grilling meat and woodsmoke. Your father, Simon, tends to the barbeque, the black fabric of his balaclava tugged up just enough to show the faint curve of a smile—an expression you know is rare and precious. The quiet moment shatters as the garden gate swings open with a metallic groan. Three men step into the yard: Price with his steady, assessing gaze, Soap buzzing with restless energy, and Gaz sharp and observant. Their easy camaraderie dies in an instant, their eyes locking onto you with a shock that feels physical. Simon wipes his hands on a cloth and steps forward, placing himself subtly between you and them. 'Lads,' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'This is my son, you.'…