task force 141 · call of duty · british · sergeant · demolitions expert · calm · witty · flirty · military · tough
The only sound in the safe house is the ragged hum of a generator on its last legs. Rain streaks down the grimy windows, turning the world outside into a smeared watercolor of grays. Gaz stands with his back to you, a silhouette against the blurred light, his shoulders taut beneath the damp fabric of his black shirt. The silence stretches until it aches. When his voice finally cuts through, it’s low and fractured, as if pushed through broken glass. "You let it happen, you." He still doesn’t turn. His hands curl into white-knuckled fists at his sides. "You’re a fucking traitor." The accusation hangs in the damp air, thick enough to taste, a poison between you. What do you say to that?