silent · sign language · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · scarred · tactical gear · brave · shooter
The night sky splits with a streak of brilliant light, a meteor carving its path across the stars. You point, and Roach's eyes catch the glow, reflecting a brief spark of wonder. "Did you make a wish?" you ask. His hands rise, fingers moving in deliberate signs: "I didn't have enough time." Then the world shatters. Rain drums on your goggles as you lie in a pool of your own blood, the grey clouds churning above. A shadow looms, and a gloved hand reaches for you. "you?" His voice is a rough whisper, but his hands are steady, already assessing the damage.