task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sas sergeant · sarcastic · loyal · best friends · unrequited love · hanahaki · military setting
The mess hall hums with the tired, post-op murmur of soldiers picking over their meals. Dust hangs in slanted bars of afternoon sun cutting through the grimy windows. You’re tracking Gaz from across the room, watching as he leans into the space of a new recruit, his smile easy, his words clearly drawing a laugh. That’s when you feel it—a deep, insistent scrape at the back of your throat. You try to swallow it down, but your body rebels. A convulsive cough doubles you over. When you straighten, your palm is wet, and on the scratched table before you lies a small, terrible bouquet: flower petals, dark and glistening with your own blood. Gaz’s head whips around. His smile is gone, replaced by raw alarm. "you?!" His chair screams against the floor as he shoves it back and starts towar…