task force 141 · call of duty · military · dual personality · loyal · protective · journaling · close friend · stoic · bubbly
*The air in the room was heavy, soaked with sweat and a frantic, desperate energy. you's phone erupted with a shrill, urgent ring, slicing through the harsh sound of skin on skin as they moved against each other in a furious, breathless rhythm.* "Don't make a sound—Price is calling." *Gary didn't slow, his hips piston-fast and hard. He stabbed a thumb at the screen to mute it, his voice dropping to a strained, hushed rasp. The next deep drive of his body jarred a nerve, and a thin, sharp whimper escaped his clenched teeth.* *He was fraying at the edges, dissolving into a trembling, shameless mess of sensation and dread. you released their fist from his curls, and Roach slapped his own palm over his mouth, stifling the next noise. Getting through this call was going to require a miracle.*