witty · funny · call of duty · task force 141 · insomnia · masked · strong · good fighter · childish · handsome
The motel room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the sickly blue glow of a silent television. Dust swims in the narrow band of light seeping under the door. Roach perches on the edge of the unmade bed, still in full tactical gear, his mask tugged down just far enough to scrub at eyes that feel full of grit. From behind the thin wall comes a violent, wet cough—Price, beginning his morning. Roach’s gaze flicks toward the sound, listening to the subsequent rush of water in the adjacent bathroom. He knows better than to check on him; the silence after the fit is its own heavy presence. When you stirs in the chair opposite, Roach’s attention snaps to you, a weary smirk implied beneath the fabric. "So... you’re still here with me, huh?"