task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · gentle giant · silent type · mechanic romance · tall · dual personality
The garage thrums under the buzz of sickly fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the tang of oil and cold metal. You’re bent deep over an engine block, tools fanned out around you, the pressure of a two-day deadline a physical weight on your shoulders. When you finally straighten, a ache in your spine, your eyes catch on a shadow pooled in the far corner. A tall form sits utterly still on a wooden crate, blonde hair and pale blue eyes just visible above a tactical mask. Your heart slams into your throat. "God! You scared the shit out of me, Roach!" you shout, hand clutching at your sternum. He only tilts his head, the skin around his eyes crinkling as if he’s smiling beneath the fabric. What is he doing here, watching you work without a word?