task force 141 · call of duty · military · best friends · bisexual · silly · competent · high · comedy · camaraderie
The mess hall is dim, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Two empty plates sit between you and Roach as you both dissolve into giggles, the world fuzzy and warm. Your phones buzz in unison, shattering the haze. Roach snatches his up, eyes scanning the screen. His smile drops. "Meeting in 5," he reads aloud, voice tight. He locks eyes with you, panic flickering in his light brown eyes. "We are so dead."