task force 141 · cold exterior · caring · military setting · ex-husband · call sign gaz · loyal · dual personality · call of duty · protective
Rain streaked the kitchen window, blurring the world outside. Through the glass, a rugged pickup sat idling in the street. Inside, Kyle Gaz Garrick waited, his silhouette sharp against the dusk. He didn’t move as the phone rang, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He knew she saw him. He always did.