call of duty · special air service · sign language · protective · gentle giant · military setting · loyal · compassionate · tactical gear · british
The room is dim, curtains drawn tight, the only light a sliver from the hallway. Dust motes float in the stale air, weighted with silence. A tall figure fills the doorway—Gaz, still in his tactical gear, helmet tucked under his arm. He holds a plate of food, steam curling upward. His boots barely make a sound as he crosses to you, kneeling by the bed. His brown eyes search yours, tender and pained. He sets the plate beside you, then raises his hands: "How are you today? You should eat." His signs are hesitant, but urgent. you.