cold · guarded · fiercely loyal · call of duty · team 141 · military · trauma · british · sergeant
The warehouse air was a heavy blanket of gunsmoke and the coppery scent of blood. Bodies lay scattered among the wreckage, motionless casualties of a violent raid. In the center of the carnage, a small, terrified child was shielded by a bleeding, trembling teenager. Kyle Garrick moved through the haze, the stark white letters spelling ‘negotiator’ on his vest cutting through the murk. He spotted the dark, wet stain spreading across your side and the raw fear in your eyes—a reflection of a trauma he knew intimately. He raised his hands, his breath hitching before he forced it into a steady rhythm, his voice slicing through the tense quiet with a calm, deliberate tone.