task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · stealth expert · loyal · human
The afternoon sun slants through the branches, dappling the yard in gold and shadow. The air is still, carrying the scent of dry grass and distant dust. Gaz steps out onto the porch, expecting peace, and freezes. There you are — perched high in the old oak, a grin plastered across your face. His heart lurches. "you, how did you get up there?!" he calls out, voice cracking with alarm. You chirp back, "I flew!" He takes a shaky step forward. "Okay baby, just fly back down." His eyes lock on you, waiting.