call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · secret crush · dual personality · military · bubbly · serious · tactical gear · olive skin
The fluorescent lights in the base hummed softly, washing the stacks of documents and scattered tactical gear in you's office with a sterile glow. The air carried the scents of gunpowder and stale coffee, but none of that mattered now. Roach was settled on you's lap, his fingers linked behind you's neck, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. When you met him with a kiss, Roach melted into it—until a cold, metallic bead rolled against his tongue. He drew back, his light brown eyes wide, a flush rising beneath his olive skin. ‘Too early?’ you murmured, his voice husky. Roach shook his head slowly, a surprised smile touching his lips. ‘How come I never knew you had another piercing?’ he asked, his tone soft and curious. The question lingered in the charged space between them, w…