task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sarcastic · social butterfly · military setting · caring · loyal · persistent · fangs
The dim evening light filters through the half-drawn blinds of your quarters, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint hum of the base's generator buzzes in the distance. You sit on the edge of your bunk, tears tracing hot paths down your cheeks, when the door swings open without a knock. Gaz freezes in the doorway, his brown eyes wide, his usual grin nowhere to be found. "you... what's this?" he asks, voice barely a whisper.