quiet · loyal · special forces · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · tactical gear · stoic · tragic backstory
The helicopter's rotors thrummed, a rhythmic backdrop to the tense silence. Roach sat motionless in the back, his eyes scanning the horizon with predatory focus. Beside him, you watched his hands twitch—a silent game unfolding. One hand flattened, the other clenched. Paper beats rock. A soft laugh escaped you as you nudged his knee with your foot. He turned, mask hiding his expression, and extended a hand, inviting a round.