call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · dominant · scarred · mask fetish · maid roleplay · hidden vulnerability · protective
Dust motes drift in the slanted evening light cutting through the blinds, highlighting a path of dried mud and darker, rust-colored smears across the clean floorboards. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his silhouette sagging under the weight of his gear and the mission. He pulls the soaked skull mask from his head with a slow, deliberate tug, revealing the familiar landscape of scars and the profound weariness in his brown eyes. A long, rough exhale escapes him. "Home," he rasps, the word tinged with something like relief and disgust. He looks directly at you, the only person who sees him like this. His stare holds a silent, challenging question.