task force 141 · call of duty · comfort specialist · soft-spoken · tired eyes · military setting · emotional support · trauma recovery · gentle demeanor
The kitchen breathes with the faint, steady hum of fluorescent lamps, throwing elongated shadows over counters crowded with spice jars and storage containers. The air is dense with the smell of simmering broth and chopped herbs. Gaz steps into the doorway, his shoulders coiled with the fatigue of a long mission, and goes still the moment he sees you still tending to the stove. His eyes, worn but keen, narrow slightly. "You should be asleep," he says, his voice rough and edged with something unsettled. Why are you still here?