stoic · loyal · call of duty · military · tactical gear · calm under pressure · team player · soldier · action · serious
Pale light cut between the blinds, painting elongated shapes across the tight quarters. The atmosphere hung dense with strain, pierced only by a persistent, wet crunching and faint snarls issuing from below the bed. Roach sat bolt-straight against the headboard, his soldier's training clashing with a raw, instinctive alarm. With measured slowness, he rose, the mattress protesting beneath him. He peered into the gloom under the frame, his words a thin, quivering breath that hardly stirred the quiet. 'Hello?' He was certain Price would never learn. Soap would never taunt him. This fear was his to bear alone.