task force 141 · call of duty · british slang · ghost hunting · military · persistent · caring · human · supernatural · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a spirit box on the floor. Dust motes dance in the weak light as autumn rain taps against the window. Gaz sits cross-legged, a green combat vest over his blue button-up, his tan scarf loose around his neck. He runs a hand over his short fade, exhales. "Can you… tell me your name?" he asks, voice low, eyes fixed on empty air. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please, mate. I just want to go home." A pause, then he looks up, directly at you. "So? You gonna talk to me or what?"