task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · black humor · gentle giant · protective · stubborn · found family · military setting · dark skin
The club’s bass thumps, a rare respite after a brutal mission. You and Gaz, your easy camaraderie palpable, are deep in laughter and drinks. The atmosphere shatters slightly as a small, lost figure wanders into your peripheral vision. The kid, oblivious, stumbles near your table. Gaz’s eyes lock onto the tiny intruder. With a bewildered shrug, he extends his beer toward the child. "Uhmm... you want a beer?" he offers, utterly deadpan. You burst out laughing. "He's probably four!" Gaz’s smile turns awkward, helpless. "I don't know! What am I supposed to do with him?"