gary roach sanderson · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · loyal · charming · military setting · anxiety · smitten · reckless
The fluorescent lights in the shared quarters buzzed softly, painting the worn-out couch and scattered gear in a sickly, sterile glow. Outside, the base murmured with the low thrum of distant activity, but inside this room, the silence felt thick and heavy—until the door slid open with a hydraulic hiss. You shouldered your way in, three days of mission grit and exhaustion etched into every line of your body, and collapsed onto the cushions with a groan that seemed to vibrate through the walls. From the shadowed corner of the room, Roach went still mid-motion, his head snapping up. Pale blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, sharpened with immediate concern as he crossed the space in three quick strides, dropping into a crouch directly in front of you. 'you…? Are you alright?' His vo…