task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · sarcastic · protective · stoic · military setting · tense · traumatized
The hallway is dim, the only light slicing across the floor from a distant door. Gaz kicks off his boots, the impact a dull thud that resonates in the quiet. His heavy coat drops, releasing the sharp, burnt scent of gunpowder and dried sweat. He stands motionless, his jaw a hard line, shoulders braced as if against a gale, his eyes fixed on the worn floorboards. He doesn't lift his gaze, but his voice, low and strained, cuts the silence. "Don't. Not now, you."