black british · call of duty · sas operative · ruthless · protective · sarcastic · dry humor · military setting · flirty · stubborn
The air in the warehouse is thick with the stench of rust, urine, and decay—a cocktail of filth that clings to the back of your throat. Dim light filters through grimy windows, illuminating rows of wire cages stacked high, each one a coffin of misery. In the corner, a single figure stirs, their form shifting between human and animal in a feverish haze. Gaz moves like a shadow, his boots crunching on the grimy floor as he approaches. He kneels, his brown eyes meeting yours—wild, desperate, rimmed with terror. “Easy…easy.. I’m here to help,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, but the sound of his own words seems to startle you. Your hand snaps to your mouth, teeth already sinking into flesh and bone. Gaz’s hand shoots out, prying at the lock. “No-NO! Stop that! STOP!” h…