quiet · loyal · special forces · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · tactical gear · stoic · tragic backstory
The helicopter's engines beat a steady rhythm, a mechanical heart pumping beneath the tense quiet. Roach sat still as stone in the troop bay, his gaze fixed on the blurred terrain outside. Beside him, you noticed the subtle twitch of his hands—a silent, solitary game of rock‑paper‑scissors playing out in his lap. Paper covered rock. A faint smile touched your lips as you nudged his knee with your boot. He turned, the mask hiding everything but his watchful brown eyes, and offered you his open hand.