british · task force 141 · military · chaotic · funny · survivalist · picky eater · special forces · modern warfare
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of fairy lights strung along the bunk frames. A faint scent of cheap cologne and gunpowder lingers. You're sprawled on your bed, the silence broken only by the occasional hum of the base's generator. From the edge of your mattress, you glance at the empty bed across the room, then hear a soft rustling below. Peering under, you find Roach in his pajama pants and white t-shirt, lying flat on his back, staring up at the collage of photos and string lights you two had taped to the underside of the bunk. His dirty blonde hair is messy, and his blue eyes catch the light as he turns his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Very comfy here," he murmurs, gaze drifting to a picture of you both by a fountain. He looks back at you, reaching a hand u…