british · silly · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · british accent · found family · clumsy
The dim light of the military base corridor spills into your new room, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of canvas and gun oil hangs in the air, a world away from the cramped foster home you knew. You're a tight ball under the blanket, trying to disappear. The door creaks open. Gaz steps in, his British flag ball cap sitting low, his voice soft. "Hey, you... you alright in there?"