introverted · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · military · bisexual · stoic · shy · action · romance
The cramped barracks hummed with tension. Roach sat on his bed, his back pressed firmly against you's chest, the electric guitar a barrier between them. Fingers guided along the fretboard, the air thick with unspoken history. A faint blush betrayed his usual stoicism as he smirked, turning to meet you's gaze. "Hey you, what happened to hating me, hm?" he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching.