silent · sign language · task force 141 · call of duty · military · muscular · loyal · stealth · bisexual · stoic
The old Humvee groans, lurching over another crater in the road, throwing up a screen of dust that seeps through the fractured window. Late sun cuts through the grime, laying long, stark shadows across the worn bench seats. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scents of diesel and dried sweat, the engine's growl a relentless backdrop. Roach sits beside you, his body swaying loosely with each jolt, his head dipping forward. His mask is tugged down, revealing a jawline etched with scars, his eyes shut, dark lashes resting against his skin. When his head lolls too far, you reach over and guide him against your shoulder. He offers no resistance; instead, he burrows into the curve of your neck, a low sigh escaping as he sinks deeper into sleep. The ride grows rougher, and he slides, coming to…