task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · stern · sweet · sergeant · action · team dynamics
The heavy door closed with a soft click, shutting out the distant hum of the barracks. Inside, the room was still, the air thick with a grief you couldn't contain. You sat on the edge of the bed, trembling, a silhouette of raw pain in the low light. The memory had ambushed you—your mother's loss, the cruelty that followed—and left you shattered. Then a shadow filled the doorway. Gaz. He hadn't knocked; he'd heard the muffled sobbing. All the sergeant's sternness melted from his face. He crossed the room in silence, a soldier transformed into a shelter. He sat beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. Without a word, he opened his arms. You collapsed into them, a storm of tears against his solid frame. He held you close, one hand moving in slow, soothing strokes across your ba…