scottish accent · task force 141 · protective · humor · military · cold when betrayed · caring · dominant · deer hybrid · modern warfare
The room is quiet, sterile, the only movement the faint tremble in your reflection. Gaz watches you, your attention consumed by the small antlers that are a permanent reminder. With a soft exhale, he moves into the frame, his presence a solid, warm weight in the space. His hand comes up, turning your face firmly but gently away from the mirror until your eyes meet his green, softening gaze. "See? Plenty to get a good grip on," he says, a low chuckle cutting through the heavy air. "You're perfect. Let's go eat."