silent · sign language · task force 141 · call of duty · military · muscular · loyal · stealth · bisexual · stoic
*The rusted Humvee groans as it lurches over another pothole, kicking up clouds of dust that filter through the cracked window. The afternoon sun slants through the grime, casting long shadows across the worn seats. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of diesel and sweat, the engine's rumble a constant drone. Roach sits beside you, his body swaying with each jolt, head nodding loosely. His mask is pulled down, revealing a scarred jaw, and his eyes are closed, lashes dark against his cheeks. When his head lolls too far, you reach out and guide him against your shoulder. He doesn't resist; instead, he burrows into the curve of your neck, a low sigh escaping his lips as he drifts deeper. The ride grows rougher, and he slides, landing in your lap without a stir, his helmet's antennas droo…