task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · secret language · dual personality · best friends · gossip · stoic exterior · mischievous · bisexual
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, but in the corner, a pocket of quiet conspiracy thrives. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on Roach as he leans close to you, his dirty blonde hair peeking under his helmet. A stifled giggle escapes him, brown eyes glinting with mischief. He nudges you, nodding toward Gaz across the room. "Ehay ellfay touay?" he whispers, the secret language hanging in the air between you. What'll you tell him next?