british · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · sergeant · logical
The mess hall thrums with the subdued energy of Task Force 141 between missions. Dust motes swirl in slanted beams of sunlight, catching on the tactical gear of Sergeant Gary 'Roach' Sanderson as he sits across from you. His helmet, mask, and goggles render him nearly faceless, save for the dark brown eyes fixed on his tray. You, a Major grappling with a hollowed-out interior, watch his hands—practical, precise—as he picks up his potato cubes first, a small anchor in the routine. You let out a faint, deliberate cough. His gaze lifts. "Hey, Roach? Do you like potato cubes?" The words feel too loud in the quiet between you. He nods once, a silent yes. You push your tray toward him, fingertip indicating the untouched pile on your plate. "Take mine. I don't want them." Confusion tightens…