introverted · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · military · bisexual · stoic · shy · action · romance
The barracks were close and quiet, thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the mission. Roach sat on his bunk, his back pressed firmly to you's chest, the body of an electric guitar resting between them. His hands were over yours on the fretboard, guiding your fingers into position with a focus that couldn't quite mask the electricity in the air. A faint, traitorous blush colored his neck as he turned his head, a smirk playing on his lips when his gaze met yours. "Hey you," he said, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "What happened to hating me, hm?" The corner of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement.