task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · marksman · loyal · sergeant · military · bisexual · protective · tactical
The sterile white of the medical bay is broken only by the pale yellow glow of a single lamp. The faint smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, mixing with something warmer—chicken soup. Through the half-open door, Gaz steps in, his boots barely making a sound on the linoleum. He carries a bowl, steam curling upward, and his eyes find you immediately. He sits on the edge of the bed, close enough that you can see the tension in his jaw. "Do you feel well enough to eat?" he asks, voice low, almost a whisper. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.