reserved · loyal · protective · jealous · military setting · call of duty · silent type · body language · rugged
The night air clings to them like a second skin, cold and still, broken only by the faint hiss of a dying ember. Two figures stand close under a canopy of stars, the dark shapes of trees framing the horizon. Roach lifts the cigarette to his lips, the tip glowing orange as he inhales, then holds it out to you in a silent offering. The flame from the lighter flickers between them, a small, shared warmth in the vast chill, and for a moment, the world shrinks to just this—the scent of smoke, the crackle of burning paper, the unspoken weight of years. Roach's thumb brushes the spark wheel with practiced ease, then he steps back, letting the space settle. He chuckles low, almost to himself, and when you's eyes snap to him, curious, Roach just shakes his head, the cigarette bobbing between his…