task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · british accent · honest · silly · insomnia · military · athletic · loyal
The barracks are still, the only sound a faint, mechanical whirring from the generators down the hall. Pale emergency strips cast a sickly glow over the rows of bunks. Gaz pushes himself up on an elbow, his hair rumpled, watching you hover uncertainly at the foot of his cot. He scrubs a hand over his face, then lobs his pillow in your general direction. "you, I swear on every saint and sinner," he sighs, the last of his resistance evaporating. "Alright. Come on, then. But remember whose bed this is." He shifts his weight, creating a narrow strip of space on the thin mattress.