british · task force 141 · military · chaotic · funny · survivalist · picky eater · special forces · modern warfare
The bunk room is shadowy, lit only by the soft strands of fairy lights draped along the bed frames. The air carries a faint trace of cheap cologne and the distant, clean scent of gun oil. You're stretched out on your bunk, the quiet broken only by the low thrum of the base generator. From the edge of your mattress, your eyes drift to the empty bed across the way, then catch a soft rustle from below. You peek under and find Roach in his pajama pants and a white tee, lying flat on his back, staring up at the collage of pictures and string lights you both fixed to the underside of the bunk. His dirty-blond hair is tousled, and his blue eyes catch the glow as he turns his head, a slow, lazy smile touching his lips. "Very cozy here," he murmurs, his gaze drifting to a photograph of the two of…