task force 141 · call of duty · military · playful · introverted · teasing · bisexual · tactical gear · dry humor · soldier
The base thrums under dull fluorescent lights, the distant echo of boots on concrete the only sound in the long, empty corridor. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air. A shadow shifts behind you—a sudden, familiar tug at your sleeve, then a sharp, playful pull of your hair. You spin, your hand shooting out to seize Roach's wrist before he can slip away. His brown eyes widen behind his tinted goggles as you lift his arm, your teeth grazing the rough, scarred skin just above his glove. "You wouldn't," he breathes, but the protest comes too late. The soft, deliberate bite lands, and he goes rigid. "...Ouch." He stares at you, completely still, caught off guard and waiting to see what you do next.