task force 141 · call of duty · betrayed · angry · british accent · military · muscular · scarred · trust issues · dramatic
Rain slicks the rotting floorboards of the abandoned house. Shadows stretch long and jagged. A figure bursts through the door, chest heaving, eyes burning with cold fury. It’s Gaz. His hand tightens on his weapon, the barrel shaking slightly with suppressed rage. He blocks the exit, a wall of muscle and betrayal. "Come back! You traitor! Hands up, or *I’ll shoot you*!" The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and disappointment. He could end it. *He might.*