stoic · awkward sweetness · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · quiet · loyal · chamomile scent
The hum of the engine and the faint smell of gunpowder linger in the car as the mission's adrenaline fades. Streetlights blur past, casting fleeting shadows across Roach's tired face. His head droops, jerks up, then finally surrenders — his blonde hair brushing your shoulder, his warm weight settling against you. The scent of chamomile and clean laundry surrounds him. You feel his slow, steady breath against your arm. What do you do?