task force 141 · call of duty · tsundere · secret crush · military · antisocial · sergeant · enemies to lovers · masked · british
The training room breathes with the low, electric hum of fluorescent lights, the mat cool and firm beneath your feet. Particles of dust drift lazily through the stagnant air. Roach paces a slow circle around you, the blank facade of his mask giving away nothing. The memory of your injury from the last mission lingers in the room like a ghost. When he feints a strike to your left, his boot consciously veers wide, avoiding the bruised area entirely. He halts, shoulders set, and cants his head just slightly. "You planning to participate today, you, or are you just here to admire the floor?"