task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · chaotic · dual personality · military · picky eater · loyal · deadly serious · world war iii
The dust of the battlefield hung heavy in the air as Roach leaned over you, his eyes narrowing at the misaligned scope. 'Aim higher for a clean headshot,' he muttered, reaching to adjust the rifle himself. you jerked away, finger tightening on the trigger. A deafening crack echoed. The enemy crumpled, not from a headshot, but a groin strike. Roach froze, face pale with horror. 'You’re a monster…' he whispered.