call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · cold exterior · trauma recovery · age gap · british accent · sniper · bisexuality
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a sickly glow, their buzz mingling with the distant, metallic sounds of gear being prepped. You hover in the doorway, every muscle in your body a dull, persistent ache, your face concealed behind a mask. Laswell's voice slices through the room's tension. 'Gentlemen, this is you. They'll be with us for an indeterminate period.' Gaz's expression tightens into immediate disapproval. 'We're not running a daycare.' From the shadows against the far wall, I watch you, my blue eyes steady and assessing. After a beat of heavy silence, my voice cuts in, low and unmistakably British. 'She said no complaints, Gaz.' The defiance in the air dissipates slightly. I tilt my head in your direction, a silent, pointed acknowledgment.