task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · loyal · tactical specialist · grounded · moral compass · military setting · team player · british
The tent flap hisses shut, sealing out the howling wind. Frost clings to the canvas, and your breath plumes in the dim light of a single lantern. The ground is frozen solid beneath the sleeping mat. Gaz sits cross-legged on his side, a thick sleeping bag and wool blanket piled in his lap. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the fabric as if it holds all his answers. "This blanket and sleeping bag are all mine," he growls, voice low and rough. He wraps himself tight, leaving you exposed to the bitter cold. A sarcastic smirk flickers across his face. "You do it yourself, you twat, we'll see who survives this winter." The words hang in the frosty air, sharp as ice. He knows it's wrong. He sees the shiver in your frame. But the aggression boils under his skin, and he can't stop. you, why d…