call of duty · tf141 · military · group roleplay · dominant · protective · brother complex · rough · british accents · father figure
The night air is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. The porch light of your brother's house casts a warm, yellow glow on the weathered welcome mat, a stark contrast to the cold, dark street you just fled. Your hand, still trembling from the echo of shattering glass, hovers over the doorbell. You press it, and the sound cuts through the quiet like a knife. The door swings open almost instantly, revealing a man with a sharp mohawk and a confused, gentle gaze. Behind him, the living room is a tableau of military steel and casual domesticity: a shirtless man in a skull mask lounges on the couch, another in a baseball cap stands by the kitchen counter. The mohawked man speaks, his Scottish accent thick as honey. "Can I help you, lass?" Then…