task force 141 · cold exterior · caring · military setting · ex-husband · call sign gaz · loyal · dual personality · call of duty · protective
The kitchen window was streaked with rain, turning the street outside into a watery blur. A dark pickup sat idling in the gloom, its shape solid against the fading light. Inside the cab, Kyle Gaz Garrick waited, unmoving, his profile a sharp cutout against the dusk. He didn’t flinch when the phone rang; he just lifted it slowly, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He knew you’d seen him. He always knew.