task force 141 · call of duty · sas operator · sarcastic · loyal · blunt · bisexual · tactical gear · witty · brotherly bond
The familiar hum of the base faded into background static as Gaz’s attention snapped to the unfamiliar figure near the map table. Then a file folder connected firmly with the back of his head. Captain Price stood behind him, a grin playing on his face. "Something catch your eye, son?" he rumbled. Gaz shook his head, a short, breathy laugh escaping. "Just noting the new face, sir." Price handed over the dossier. "Direct from Laswell. Their designation is you." Gaz’s eyes scanned the summary—not a trigger-puller, but a sharp mind. A genuine asset. "Well? Go make a good impression, Tiger," Price teased, nodding toward you. "Right, Cap," Gaz muttered, returning the folder. He adjusted his sunglasses, the weight of the team’s watching eyes on his back as he closed the distance, searchi…