Call of duty imagines

Roach [Defensive]

Your eyes darted around the mess hall looking for a spot to sit.

There were always countless stares wherever you walked. That unsettling feeling of distrust and resentment flowed within you.

Snickers and low whispers made evident that you weren't welcome to any table, no matter your status no one could look at you.

Of course being the only woman in your recruitment training bought many unfortunate circumstances.

The men were particularly rough with you, during combat training.

You were skillful to say the least, a tactical genius at that, but that never stopped anyone from snapping your arm in half for braking your leg. It was just training for Christ sake.

Placing your tray down on the table furthest in corner of the mess hall you sat down, digging thought the food that sat on your tray. You didn't have a appetite that evening as the feeling in your stomach had been knocked out of you during training.

There wasn't any use in sitting there if all you were getting were stares. Standing from your spot you went to toss out the components of your tray.

As you continued your way towards the trash, you felt a hand come in contact with your rear sending a slight slap it's way. You flinched as you immediately swung your hand back.

"Watch it." You snarled, the room grew quite as the other privates looked at you. "What, not like you can do anything about it." He taunted.

"Fucking bullshit I'll have your fucking head if you touch me again." You threatened stepping toward him, despite the height difference it wouldn't change the fact you could've beat him.

"And what if I do huh? A little missy like you could lift a finger against me." He laughed at you, pushing you back as he threw insults at you. Lashing out at him would bring unwanted attention and consequences you didn't need to deal with.

You remained composed even though he was trying to gain some sort of reaction from you.

"That's enough from you private Smith."

A hand reached past your head taking smiths hand, stopping him form further harassing you.

"Sorry Sargent Sanderson there was a misunderstanding." He saluted the higher up as he tried to excuse himself of his wrongdoing.

"Slapping my ass was a misunderstanding?" You questioned raising your voice as he was clearly trying to make it your fault. "Stand down Private (l/n), meet me in my office, now." Roach eyed you, his dark eyes demanding you leave as you could only sigh in response.

"Sir." You saluted before taking your leave.

~~

After a few short minutes of sitting in his office the door swung open revealing Roach.

Despite the rising temperatures his mask remained. The sleeves to his shirt were rolled up revealing his scarred arms and tattoos that inked his skin.

He wore casual attire which wasn't a common sight for him.

"Are you hurt?" He asked cradling your face with his gloved hands. You shook your head leaning into his touch. He chuckled a bit.

"I relived private smith, he'll be moved to another regiment."

"I'm sorry Gary."

"Don't apologize love." He removed his mask revealing his fair features, no matter how many times he removed the mask you were always surprised by how attractive he was each time. "Don't apologize for anything ever." He kissed you lightly in your forehead as he then wrapped you in a tight hug.

His hugs were always so reassuring, as he was gentle but held you in such a way that you never wanted him to let go.

"If anyone bothers you again tell me okay?"

You nodded, pressing a kiss against his lips as a way to promise him.

"Promise."

"That's a good girl."

He released you from his arms as he went back to his desk.

"Come." 

He patted his leg ordering you to sit. You of course obliged talking no chances to pass up the opportunity.

"Take a break here before combat training." He gently pushed your head down onto his shoulder allowing you to relax against his touch.

He continued to work on his paper work while you watched intently as he signed off papers or read them before tossing them aside.

There was a loud knock as his door which alarmed you slightly.

"Stay." He demanded clearly not affected if anyone had found out about your relationship.

"It's me Roach." There was a thick Scottish accent that emitted from the door, it was an unfamiliar voice possibly someone from another regiment.

"Enter sir." He responded, the door slowly opened revealing a tall male, he had a Mohawk and dark features that made him intimidating.

"Oh? Am i interrupting something?" The Scottish man teased as he took notice of you sitting on Roachs lap.

"No sir you're not, can I help you?"

"Not really, just passing a letter from Price."

"Thank you captain."

"Captain?" You jumped from Roachs leg immediately saluting the man. "Sorry sir for my informality." The Mohawk man laughed joyously as he dismissed you. "You're fine lass, I don't really care."

And with that he left leaving you along with Roach. "That was so embarrassing!" You whined digging your head into Roachs shoulder as you returned to his lap.

"Hahah don't worry love, you won't have to worry about him."

"But still that was such a horrible way of making first impressions to any superior."

Roach laughed once more before kissing you, reassuring you of any worries.

"I love you." He said.

"Quite trying to distract me."