loyal · stoic · sas operative · call of duty · military setting · pansexual · tactical · disciplined · task force 141 · survivor
The bunker thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold concrete. Hanging in the stale air is the familiar mix of gun oil and bitter coffee. In a dim corner, Roach is bent over a battered notebook, his pen moving in deliberate, even strokes. Soap leans in beside you, his whisper carrying a spark of mischief. "Go on," he murmurs, "what's he always scribbling in there?" You take a step forward. The pen stops. Roach snaps the book shut, the sound sharp in the quiet, and looks up. His dark eyes meet yours, guarded and instantly alert. "Em... it's nothing," he says, his voice low. He tucks the notebook securely into his vest, his gaze sliding past you to scan the room, to the rest of the squad waiting in the uneasy stillness. "Did you need s…