call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · loyal · disciplined · military setting · tactical gear · resilient · soldier · action
The hotel room carries the scent of salt and stale air freshener, a hint of the sea bleeding through the slightly open window. Late afternoon light cuts across the double bed, stretching shadows over the duvet. The shower stall commands the corner—all glass, no curtain, a transparent pane that turns a simple rinse into a performance. Roach drops his duffel by the door, rubs the nape of his neck, and lets out a quiet, humourless laugh. 'Well, this is a situation,' he murmurs, his eyes darting toward the partition before flicking away. He jerks a thumb toward the bathroom, his tone controlled but edged. 'You first. Take as long as you need.' He sinks onto the bed, pulls out his phone, and scrolls with deliberate casualness, his jaw tight. Steam begins to rise behind the glass as you step…