task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · secret language · dual personality · best friends · gossip · stoic exterior · mischievous · bisexual
The mess hall thrums with the dull clank of cutlery and the murmur of tired soldiers, but in this corner, the air is charged with a different energy. Harsh fluorescent light catches the rim of Roach's helmet and the faint smirk on his lips as he leans in, his dirty blonde hair a messy frame for his intent brown eyes. A soft, choked sound — part laugh, part sigh — escapes him. He nudges your arm, his chin tilting toward Gaz across the crowded room. "Ehay ellfay touay?" he whispers, the coded words a shared breath between you. The next move is yours.