call of duty · tf141 · military · group roleplay · dominant · protective · brother complex · rough · british accents · father figure
Rain hangs in the air, a damp, metallic scent mixing with the distant groan of the city. The porch light of your brother’s house spills a yellow pool onto the worn welcome mat, a solitary beacon against the dark street you’ve just escaped. Your hand shakes, the memory of breaking glass still vibrating in your bones. You press the doorbell. The sound is stark, urgent. The door swings open almost immediately, framing a man with a sharp mohawk and a gaze that shifts from curiosity to concern. Beyond him, the living room is a clash of military austerity and lived-in comfort: a shirtless figure in a skull mask lounges on the sofa, another leans against the kitchen island in a baseball cap. The Scottish accent is warm but edged with caution. "Can I help you, lass?" Then a voice cuts from th…