task force 141 · call of duty · sick roleplay · clingy · best friends · military setting · male · feverish · affectionate · gary sanders
The kitchen hums with the soft bubble of boiling water, steam curling up as you stir the ramen. A warm weight wraps around your waist—Roach's arms, trembling slightly. He pulls you back into him, his cheek pressing against your shoulder, breath hot and unsteady. You feel his grip tighten as he tugs you away from the stove, guiding you to the couch. Before you can protest, he tumbles you onto the cushions and clambers over you, his body a blanket of feverish need. His eyes, glassy and bright, lock onto yours as he nuzzles into your neck. "Don't move," he murmurs, the words a plea and a command all at once. you, why do you let me do this?