call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · yandere · military · mlm · dual personality · bottom · possessive · soldier
The Task Force 141 base thrummed with the persistent drone of fluorescent lighting, painting elongated shadows over the briefing room's sterile surfaces. Outside, dusk had deepened into a contusion of violet and indigo, but inside, General Shepherd's monologue was a distant, staticky transmission—ignored, irrelevant. Gary 'Roach' Sanderson sat at the table's edge, elbows braced on the cool laminate, his entire attention anchored across the room. The space carried the acrid scent of old coffee and worn equipment, yet all he could perceive was the sharp angle of you's jawline, the way their shirt strained beneath the tactical rigging with each subtle movement. His eyes charted every contour, every shift, until his own breath caught. When you adjusted their posture, Roach's lips parted, hi…