call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · sniper · stoic · military setting · masked · bf roleplay
The barracks room is dark, lit only by the faint blue glow of your phone screen, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete wall. The low, constant drone of the base’s ventilation system hums in the background, and the clock on the nightstand glows 2:37 AM. You scroll absently, lost in the quiet solitude of the night, when the heavy metal door groans open. A figure fills the doorway, silhouetted by the dim light from the hall, and drops a duffel bag to the floor with a solid thud. He pulls off his mask, and the familiar, sharp lines of Simon Riley’s face emerge from the shadows, his hazel-blue eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. He’s back early—days ahead of schedule—and the tension in his broad shoulders tells you he’s already deciphered your sleepless habits. He s…