#roach sanderson

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap:"are you American or British?"

Roach:

Soap:"yeah i see you have an American flag on your uniform right now but last week you had a UK one."

Roach:

Soap:"what?! No I am not mistaking you with someone else!"

Roach:

Soap:"oh my fucking god I think I know what my boyfriend looks like."

Gaz, watching:"how does he know what Roach is saying?"

Price:"I'm convinced he just makes up the replies."

Soap:"YOU'RE GASLIGHTING ME!"

Roach:

[boodarko]

i miss roach

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: I refuse to discuss the subject further.

Soap: My opinion will not change.

Soap: If you continue to annoy me, my husband will kill you. This discussion is over.

Roach: I just asked you if I could have a gummy bear.

Soap: Simon!

[lovefromlaura]

Pls cod fandom draw roach with his sleepy hooded eyes

[waterfowl69]

some more roach stuff!! ive been trying to finish the blue one for months its actually the worst ever i hate coloring

[lukasaurusart]

Today on the menu is a year old soap roach art.

roach is playing stardew valley.

Also after a year i figured out why roach's face looks weird..... i forgot the burn scars......Also i definitely stole my roach design from my partner.

[summoningflames]

this is my favourite asmr video and now my favourite art trend thank u

[ghouljams]

Hi again - same anon that asked for the König summary! Thank you so much for it btw, she's very interested now :D

I hate to ask more of you but could you summarize Roach, too..?

She asked about that one after exploring your masterlist :3

Totally fine if not, too! Again I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience!!

Roach is a lanky mother fucker. His movements are... stuttered, sort of swaying. The kind of motion you might see from an insect trying to avoid detection. But there are moments of quickness, he strikes like a bolt of lightning, hitting his target with pinpoint precision in a matter of seconds.

He's an ugly fucker too, like Ghost. Mandibles and clicking serated teeth. Exo-skeletal skin that has so little give he may as well have stretched leather over his bones. He isn't a fae that people find particularly appealing, certainly isn't luring anyone into a web like Soap is. No, he's more of an enforcer, a hunter like Ghost. He does the hard jobs, survives the nuclear fallout and the deals that rip too big a chunk from his flesh. It's the hissing really that he thinks makes him so unappealing.

Which is strange because his human form is so... natural. It feels soft to the touch, dimples on his cheeks when he smiles, his teeth too flat, too straight, to be quite right. His hair curls into a boyish sort of style that gives him a youth he isn't owed. His eyes sparkle with mischief and his fingers grab with biceps that flex deliciously just for you. You'd almost call him handsome, but perhaps charming is the better descriptor. There's a certain generality to his face, one you've seen a hundred times before but never really stopped to look at. Cousin face.

But he's sweet, and his dirty mouth(dirty fingers) make up for most of his shortcomings.

[purgetrooperfox]

haircut

[kipowolfton]

[captain-mj]

I’m gonna need Roacj to come and sweep Simon off his feet and Soap to be heart broken and full of regret. He doesn’t deserve Ghost

Why not!! Previous part for my folks interested

Ghost had listened to Price for once and he hadn't touched Soap's messages. Eventually, they slowed down, but eight days after the incident and he still received one each morning and each night. They ran into each other a few times, but Ghost would simply walk right past him.

Price managed to get Ghost permission to use his flat, due to how close base was, for the next little while which was a huge relief for him.

It had gotten late at night and Ghost had taken another "special cigar" from Price and he checked the most recent message from Soap. Just the most recent one.

"Please, Si, talk to me. It won't happen again." From two hours ago.

Ghost thought it over and then texted back. "Soap, we're not going to work out. Easier for us both to cut our losses."

"That's all you have to say? We exchanged I love you's. I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life."

"And how many people this week have you given that line too, huh? Either zip it or get blocked."

When another message came through, he went to his most recent messages with Price. "I want to go on that date. With Bug or whatever his name is."

"Roach, but yeah. I can make it happen." Price answered a little too fast and Ghost decided he didn't want to know why he was still up at this hour. He blocked Soap for the time being and enjoyed the rest of his high until he managed to fall asleep.

By morning, he had received the information for a reservation at 7 pm at a restaurant he liked well enough. A little more formal than he'd choose for a first date, but he planned to use Price's card for it anyway. Ever since Graves started funding the man, he had more money than he really needed and Ghost was more than happy to help him with the problem.

He didn't unblock Soap to see how many new messages he sent. He simply left his phone on his dresser and went about his day until 6. Only then did he check his phone to see a message from a new number. "Hey, Ghost! This is Roach (or Bug lol). I wanted to text you before we went on our date."

Ghost winced when he saw the poor guy had sent that message had been sent hours ago. "Left my phone in my room."

It took a few minutes before he heard the little ding of his phone. "That's alright. I know you're a busy man. Are you planning on wearing your mask tonight?"

Then a selfie came and Ghost regretted not taking Price up on this blind date sooner. Roach had his mask on, but his eyes and hair were free. He was so cute. Ghost didn't usually use that word to describe men, but that's what Roach was.

Big brown eyes and the hint of freckles. Soft looking hair that curled and stuck up everywhere. "I wanted to make sure you knew what I looked like."

Ghost hesitated before sending a picture of himself, just a medical mask on so they were on semi equal footing.

"You're just as handsome as Laswell said you would be."

His heart did something weird. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. "Thanks. You're not bad yourself."

"You flatter me, Ghost. I do need to talk to you about something before we go tonight."

Ghost gritted his teeth. "Alright."

"I'm mute. I carn hear just fine and I'm willing to text or write things down."

"Do you know BSL?"

"The basics. I mostly use ASL."

"We'll use BSL until I'm better ASL then. I'll meet you tonight, I'm going to get dressed before I'm late. It would be a horrible first impression."

Roach responded with a thumbs up. Unknown to Ghost, Roach was glad for the reprieve because Ghost casually letting him know he'd just learn a language for him before they even went on a first date (as well as letting him know they had an easy way to communicate until he finished learning the language) had his own heart doing palpitations. And that was before he even thought of Ghost's picture again.

Handsome had been understating it. He had wanted to actually ask Ghost if he wanted a new dog because he could be a really good one. But Laswell and Price had let him on the fact that Ghost's last relationship hadn't ended very well and that he'd need to be eased into it a little. So he pulled himself back and gave a much more calm response.

Both of them met each other in the front of the restaurant while waiting for host to seat them. The sparks were immediate, Ghost finding himself having a hard time looking away from Roach's eyes.

Roach pulled out Ghost's seat which surprised him a little. He still sat down though and hummed his appreciation. "Also, I'll be paying. More accurately, Price will be paying."

Even with only half of his face showing and no voice, Roach was easily the most expressive person Ghost had ever seen. They found ASL and BSL had more common signs than they first thought, but occasionally they'd run into signs with different or even contradictory meanings that would make them bring out their phones to compare.

"Oh, do you want me to order for ya? I can't imagine it's that easy ordering." While Ghost was sure that the staff would try to be accommodating, if Roach didn't want to deal with it, he'd be happy to help.

Roach immediately looked relieved and nodded, showing Ghost what he wanted. He was leaning forward and Ghost could see the start of the scar at the base of his throat that led underneath the mask.

Roach was incredibly smart. Not that Soap wasn't, he was mad at him, but he didn't think he was stupid as some people joked. But Roach had such in depth knowledge about a long, long list of topics and he didn't shy away from learning more about any gaps.

Occasionally Roach would single for Ghost to pull his mask down. He almost managed to keep the waitstaff from seeing his face at all, though there were a few times Roach had visibly been too wrapped up in what he was saying to notice when one of them was coming. He was less shy about showing his face than Ghost, though he clearly didn't like it.

They spent so much time talking, about how different insects are classified and the differences between British and American branches and what it's like being mute in the military, especially since his muteness was caused by an injury from the military, that the waitress had to not so subtly interrupt to ask if there was two bills or one.

Ghost told her one and gave her Price's card, eyes never leaving Roach's. He didn't want the night to end. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Roach signed back. "Want to get milkshakes and walk around somewhere?"

Ghost thought that was a very bizarre thing to do. "Yeah. Why not."

So they left. They hired an uber and kept talking, switching to only sign language so the poor driver wouldn't hear them arguing over the superior breakfast food. Ghost didn't actually believe it was beans on toast, but he knew he drove any not from Britain crazy. Roach was insisting it was biscuits and gravy. Eventually, the bug brushed him off and said he'd make them for him in the morning.

"Oh? That convinced we'll go home together?"

Roach glanced at him. "If it's not moving too fast for you."

Ghost blinked at him, stopping and actually thinking about it. "Yeah. I'd like to take you home."

Roach smiled. "You owe me a milkshake first though."

Ghost did in fact buy him a milkshake, with his own card even, before they walked around a park. At one point, Roach motioned at Ghost's milkshake a few times and Ghost offered him a taste. Roach tried his chocolate malt and nodded appreciatively. He offered his banana milkshake for Ghost to try. They didn't break eye contact as he tried it.

"It's good."

Roach smiled at him and moved a little closer. He used just one of his hands, but he signed it real slow. "Want to see what they taste like together?"

Ghost was kissing him before he even finished.

They did, in fact, go back to Ghost's flat and got very acquainted with his bed specifically.

And Roach did make him biscuits and gravy in the morning. Ghost reluctantly admitted that it beat beans on toast. Then, he admitted he didn't actually like beans on toast.

Roach hit his shoulder rather hard and ate with a little faux anger until that got boring and he was back to talking. Well, in between bites of food.

When the doorbell rang, Ghost's heart sank. "Not many people have my address." He grabbed a gun.

Roach looked a little amused at the weapon but nodded and made a motion for his own. Ghost did indeed provide one to him before pullling on a mask and answering the door.

Johnny was there. He was only Johnny cause he was out of uniform. "Hey."

"Hi." Simon felt disillusioned. The past 12 or so hours had honestly been perfect. With Soap, he had always had to explain things. Push back. There was always an effort on both parts to make the other feel comfortable. And while Roach seemed more than willing to put in effort and Ghost definitely felt he would, it didn't feel necessary to. They just kinda... fit in a way Ghost was realizing that he never did with Soap.

It was a weird thought. When he found out about Soap's casual fucking of half the base, he prepared himself to spiral. And he had even started. But now that he had a very successful date, and the most mind blowing night of his life cause Roach knew how to do things with his tongue, he felt like he had very suddenly just moved on. He didn't even notice it had happened. During his whole date, Soap hadn't crossed his mind at all.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Ghost responded, cause it was. While the memory still hurt and he wasn't sure he could work with Soap any time soon, it took more energy at this point to keep thinking about it. Energy he didn't want to keep spending on MacTavish. "Listen, I'm busy."

"Going somewhere? I can walk with you. I would like to... talk..." Soap was looking past Ghost now and directly at Roach.

"Ah. This is Sergeant Sanderson. He's American, visiting in the area for a mission Laswell sent him on."

"And he's wearing your clothes?"

"We also slept together."

Soap's face went through a range of emotions. Jealousy, guilt, a strange tinge of relief that Ghost didn't want to unpack, then anger that didn't fit the situation in Ghost's opinion. He didn't respond. It felt like they just ran out of things to say. "Simon."

Roach used the butt of the gun, tapping it against the wall. His eyes narrowed at Soap with a strangely dangerous look.

"Ghost."

Another tap against the wall.

"Lieutenant Riley." Soap hissed through his teeth.

Roach seemed satisfied with that, grabbing Ghost's arm and leaning against his side. He tugged his sleeve to get his attention and jerked his head back to show he wanted to get back to eating with him.

"Sorry, bug. If you want to go sit down, I'll only be another minute."

Roach didn't look sure but nodded. He grabbed Ghost's hand and gave it a small kiss through the fabric of his mask. Ghost wasn't sure he even knew when he put it back on, but he looked just as lovely either way.

Only when Roach was clearly gone, did Soap speak back up. "Replace me that fast huh?"

"At least I made it clear we were through before fucking him."

"Look-"

"No." Ghost cut him off and shook his head. "I don't want to fight. Truly, I don't. We're done. I don't want this. I don't want you."

Soap frowned more and there was clearly hesitation. "Si."

"I never liked that nickname. My brother used it when we were little. I realized last night you never asked. First thing Roach did was ask if I had any family left. He's incredibly considerate. He's so nice to me. Last night, he did things while we were out that I couldn't remember anyone doing for me before. The man made me breakfast for fuck's sake."

"I could've made you breakfast." It sounded vaguely petulant. A last plea of some sorts that fell flat before it even left his tongue.

"Yeah. You could've."

Roach had finished his plate and looked a little upset. He signed at him. "I didn't like how he talked to you."

"I saw. Don't like people calling me Simon."

Roach shook his head. "You're a lieutenant. They should call you that."

"They? You not included in that Sergeant?"

"I get special privileges."

"Cause you're pretty?"

"Cause I'm yours."

[adoraxxble]

[eastbubble]

you were so silly for thinking that someone from the task force would ever want to talk to you. you, a solider that barely knew anything about how things were ‘up there’.

but they were in tottenham this weekend and you were invited to their conference, what could you do? and when i said that you didn’t think that they would even speak a word to you, i was right — they wouldn’t. he would never say a word to you either, he just silently stared into your eyes like a lost puppy. he. sergeant gary sanderson.

and it was so confusing. your heart was aching because you knew that he was someone from the task force, the best of the best, he would probably be embarrassed to be even seen with you, just like the others ‘of his kind’.

you just sat at the huge table, people in military uniforms sitting around it and you fidgeted with your pen, trying to hide behind the collar of your loose camouflage-print jacket. you wanted to disappear. it was cruel knowing that he was staring at you from the other side of the room. you didn’t even know that his left leg was twitching up and down under the table as he felt just as stressed as you did. his eyes were soft and never intimidating like the other men’s around you.

you were writing pages and pages about him in your diary. you tried to find out information about him, the only thing you knew was his name and the rest of his identity was well hidden because the sas did some really nice cleaning around their men (apparently). his callsign was roach or whatever. stupid.. just like you.

and on their third day of being here, after dinner, somewhere behind the men’s dormitory, right next to some big and dark bush he was just centimeters away from you, the tip of his nose almost touching yours. he didn’t even dare touch you as he had his hands tighty behind his back, aching to hug you tightly but he just couldn’t. he knew he couldn’t, and you knew that as well. and you two have never even spoken a word to each other before.

his gaze was friendly. kind and worried, even, the way his eyebrows were slightly furrowed it looked like he was a little concerned about this whole situation. he looked like a lost little boy, he definitely didn’t look like a person that has killed before and was one of the bests in the sas.

when you least expected it — he gently pushed his lips against yours. kissing. you two were kissing, that was the first thing that ran through your head as you felt like you just got struck by lightning. your body was shaking but judging from the way his arms slowly unclasped behind his back and tried to reach up to hug you, he was trembling too. it was childish and dumb, he didn’t even try to push his tongue into your mouth. but he tasted so sweet. his lips were sweet. can you believe that?

you knew that this was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. he’s in fucking task force 141, there’s no way he would even remember who you were by the next day. and you already were sure that you’ll be all heartbroken over this for the next two months.

but the day they left tottenham you found a little note messily stuffed into one of your boots right next to your bunk bed, the handwriting was sloppy and hard to read but you could make the words out — ‘thank you for being my first kiss’.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Price: I asked the rookies to give me a list of 4 gay films to watch on weekends for Pride Month.

Gaz: They picked Call Me by Your Name, Brokeback Mountain, Moonlight and Midnight Cowboy.

Laswell: I admire your initiative, John. It’s a nice gesture.

Price: Not so fast. Then I asked my team for 4 gay films to watch.

Price: They picked Bride of re-animator, Dead Ringers, Tetsuo: the Iron Man and SAW.

Laswell: …

[sevs-corner]

HC for: Gary "Roach" Sanderson (CoD MW2)

Could be for like, my actor AU or alt timeline AU but generally, this is how I imagine this man outside of combat

He is the silly silent type of person

If he was in MW2 (2022), he would definitely be a part of the silly trio with Soap and Gaz

The "3 Stooges of Sarges", Price would mutter as he finds himself in one of their schemes once more with Simon giggling at the side

As per rule of threes, Soap is the loud extrovert, Roach is the silent introvert, and Gaz is the balanced out ambivert-- which can either lead to him convincing the other two to stop or... encourage them with better ideas... maybe.. sometimes? Most of the time

As per silent protag rule, he has immunity! Well, more like a very high threshold for tolerating pain that it looks like he instantly heals after getting shot

(Dont worry he just gets knocked out for a second but is back right at it- which is a cause of concern of the crew)

Though is scares the dickens out of the enemies when they were so sure that they shot him down but just simply arises from the dead

Spookin' them and acting as the distraction for the other two to finish the job for him

(In which they immediately treat him or call for medevac while Roach pouts, saying that he can still go on)

But seeing that pool of blood follow him doesn't really help his case here now

Roach is also one of the top shooters in the range and during the missions, always having the highest kill count and the bragging rights that come with it

(Ghost is actually jelly and tries to compete for it when they get sent in a mission together)

He's also just so knowledgeable when it comes to handling and making weapons

That he full on bellows at the poor attempts of Soap trying to make tools back in the "Alone" mission in Las Almas

Ghost shrugged, albeit smirking underneath, at how he consolidated Johnny boy- saying it was his "first time" and all that but he too had to face palm a couple times during their comms with each other

Roach is the type to loot an enemy's body for bullets, weapons, frags- just to use it against the enemy and make them confused

I'm pretty sure that, even one time, he had swapped his clothes with a foot soldier-- easily infiltrating their base and destroying it from the inside then out

He IS the go-to man for information retrieval and silent infiltration ops because of it (but is actually dubbed his specialty, as per Price's compliments)

For some God forsaken reason, if you ask Roach to grab or shoot at something-- he is ON it like,

"Take down that AC-130 from above with a nail and rubber Sarge-" *BOOOOMMMM*

"Say less, cap'n."

So yeah, just dummy n' silly word vomit hcs 'cause I kinda wanna see more of Roach as part of the current 141 hehe

[mythrite]

what if Roach was actually terribly afraid of bugs

like i love bug boy as much as the next person but

it’d be funny