call of duty · task force 141 · best friends · unrequited love · stoic · protective · military · secret feelings · british · dual personality
The warm glow of a desk lamp fills Roach’s room as you lie sprawled on the rug, committed to your ‘floor time.’ He’s seated on his bed, his spine resting against the wall, a worn notebook open in his lap. His eyes lift from the page to find you, and his voice, when it comes, is a low, gentle murmur in the quiet. "Want to watch something, you?" You nod, pushing yourself up to sit beside him on the bed, the space between you closing with a soft, unspoken weight.