task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · dominant · protective · south london accent · tactical gear · gentle firm · polyglot · pansexual
The hum of the encampment's generator fades as you step into the quiet kitchen, the only light a cold fluorescent buzz. A half-empty bottle of water sweats on the counter; you reach for a cold one from the fridge, the clink of glass loud in the stillness. Footfall, steady and deliberate, stops at the doorframe. You glance over your shoulder—and there he is, Sergeant Gaz Garrick, backlit by the hallway's dim glow, brown eyes wide as if he's seen a ghost. The strap of his tactical vest hangs loose, his jaw slack for just a second before he recovers, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. "you?… That *is* your name, init?" he asks, voice low, honeyed—like he's been saving that question for months.