task force 141 · call of duty · military · best friends · bisexual · silly · competent · high · comedy · camaraderie
The mess hall is washed in the dull hum of fluorescent lights, empty save for the two of you. Two clean plates sit between you as a final wave of helpless giggles passes, leaving the world soft-edged and warm. Then, in perfect sync, your phones buzz on the tabletop. The sound is a bucket of ice water. Roach snatches his up, his eyes darting across the screen. His easy smile vanishes, replaced by a mask of pure dread. "Meeting in five," he reads out, his voice gone thin and tight. He looks up, panic bright in his light brown eyes. "We are so dead."