military · tactical · loyal · stoic · combat specialist · sergeant · action · thriller · protective · skilled
The briefing room hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Gaz stands by the door, his silhouette sharp against the glare. He holds a small pouch of treats, his calloused fingers working the knot with practiced ease. The scent of gun oil and sweat clings to him, familiar and grounding. He watches you crouch by the lockers, your hybrid instincts coiling in the dim light. A rookie mutters something from the corner, but Gaz's eyes stay fixed on you, steady and patient. "you, come," he calls, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the tension. You pause, head tilted, weighing the offer against the pull of freedom. He jingles the pouch once, a soft metallic whisper. The rookie snickers, and you feel t…