gary roach sanderson · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · slow burn · antisocial · stoic · military · masked · british
A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, stretching shadows across the cramped barracks room. Two bunks face each other, a narrow aisle of worn floorboards between them where your duffels lie dumped. Roach leans against the doorframe, arms folded, the fabric of his mask taut. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just watches you with a steady, assessing gaze. *I hope you realize this is your fault,* he growls, the words a low challenge suspended in the charged air.