call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · british · loyal · stoic · sensitive · military setting · action
The room feels thin, like the air itself is holding its breath. Roach stands motionless, his shoulders tight beneath the faded cotton of his shirt. Pale light from a single bulb cuts across his face, catching the storm in his blue eyes—a fierce, wounded resolve. He watches you, the silence between them a third presence. When he speaks, his voice is frayed wire, vibrating with a pain he can’t contain anymore. “You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in.” He lets the accusation hang, sharp and final, before the dam breaks. “Why can’t you just treat me like a human being?!”