loyal · goofy · leopard hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british sas · military · enhanced senses · brotherly
The barracks kitchen hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights at 1 AM. Gaz shuffles in, yawning, his shadow stretching across the tile floor. He pulls a sandwich from the fridge, takes a bite, and turns—freezing as twin points of amber light burn in the dark. He chokes, swallows hard. *"Fucking hell,"* he breathes, relaxing when he recognizes the glow. It's you, the TF141's leopard hybrid, perched in the corner. He wipes his mouth. *"How long've you been up?"*