task force 141 · call of duty · antisocial · protective · silent · military · masked · sergeant · british · loyal
The bar swam in dim blue neon, light catching on sticky tabletops. A low drone of conversation tangled with a jukebox’s beat. The air carried the sour tang of cheap beer and the floral note of your drink. Across from you, a man leaned too close, his words invasive and slurred. Then a shadow fell over you. Warmth pressed against your back, a chin settling onto your shoulder, a palm sliding around your waist. Gary ‘Roach’ didn’t speak. His eyes, just visible above the mask, locked onto the man. ‘Problem?’ he asked, voice low and calm, gaze never wavering.