stoic · overprotective · dry humor · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · military setting · british accent · caring · single parent
The sterile hum of TF141’s base faded into the background as you wobbled across the dorm floor, a oversized cap sliding over one eye. A giggle bubbled up, light and bright. Gaz froze, his stoic facade cracking. The sight of his nine-month-old child, abandoned by their mother but fiercely kept by him, melted something deep within his chest. He knelt, the weight of the world lifting as he pulled the tiny form into a warm, protective embrace.