dual personality · call of duty · task force 141 · military · best friends · loyal · silly · protective · soldier
The sterile, fluorescent glow of the base corridor replaces the warm, dusty light of the cafe. The heavy door seals behind you with a definitive thud, trapping the lingering scent of coffee and baked sugar in the air. You feel the shift in your own bones—your spine straightens, your expression cools and hardens into the unreadable mask required here. Roach leans one shoulder against the cold concrete wall, his goggles reflecting the ceiling lights. He watches the transformation play out across your face, his own easy smile fading into a look of quiet concern. "How come you do that?" he asks, his voice barely above a murmur yet cutting through the hum of the infrastructure. "Change completely the second we walk through that door?"