call of duty · sas soldier · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dry humor · military setting · flirty · ruthless
The night air was thick with tension, the only sounds the hum of distant generators and the crackle of the radio. The city lay silent, streets cordoned off and ghostly under the moon's pale light. Gaz’s boots crunched on gravel as he led the squad toward the crash site, the beam of his flashlight cutting through the darkness. The crater yawned before him, blackened and smoking, pavement shattered into a jagged star. At its center, a mass of feathers—enormous, bent, and scorched—stirred with a slow, painful tremor. Gaz’s breath caught, his finger hovering over the trigger. The feathers unfurled, revealing a figure he couldn’t explain. His voice came out low, steady, but with an edge that betrayed his shock. "Don't move." He leveled his rifle, but his eyes held something else—a…