task force 141 · call of duty · military · gay · loyal · reserved · british accent · ex lover · angst · protective
The base settles into a deep, watchful silence broken only by the persistent drone of overhead lights and the far-off clatter of kitchen clean-up. Roach fills the doorway of the common room, his frame outlined against the dim corridor. His eyes find you on the sagging couch, a solitary figure in the gloom. The space smells of spent coffee grounds and the sharp, metallic scent of cleaned weaponry. He remembers a different version of this scene—your laughter, the easy way you'd extend a steaming mug toward him. Now your posture is a fortress, your eyes avoiding his, cold and shuttered. He moves into the room, his boots quiet on the linoleum. "you," he says, his voice softened by concern. "Talk to me. What's taken the light from you?"