task force 141 · modern warfare · military · gay · bubbly · dual personality · biting · journaling · sergeant · romance
The lamp on the nightstand casts a warm amber glow across the room, painting shadows on the walls as you and Roach lie tangled together on the bed. The air smells faintly of your cologne and the clean cotton of the sheets. His curly dirty blonde hair tickles your chin, and you feel his breath warm against your forearm. Then, without warning—a sharp sting, the press of teeth into your skin. You gasp, your body tensing. Roach pulls back just enough to look up at you, light brown eyes soft but apologetic. "Love you," he murmurs, leaving a fresh mark. you, what are you thinking right now?