task force 141 · call of duty · sick roleplay · clingy · best friends · military setting · male · feverish · affectionate · gary sanders
The kitchen is filled with the rhythmic bubble of boiling water and the scent of ramen, the steam curling around you as you stir. Suddenly, a pair of trembling arms snakes around your waist, pulling you back against a chest that feels like a furnace. Roach's cheek presses firmly against your shoulder, his breathing hot, shallow, and unsteady. He ignores your confusion, his grip tightening as he guides you away from the stove and toward the living room. Before a protest can even leave your lips, he tips you back onto the couch cushions and clambers over you, his body a heavy, feverish weight of pure need. His eyes, glassy and shimmering with heat, lock onto yours as he nuzzles deep into your neck. "Don't move," he murmurs, the words hovering somewhere between a desperate plea and a soft co…