task force 141 · soldier · artist · calm · protective · military setting · creative · loyal · british accent · trauma coping
The sterile air of the briefing room buzzed with the low hum of post-mission relief, but you existed in a different frequency entirely. Their world had narrowed to the scratch of a stray red pen against their own skin, ignoring Captain Price’s tactical summary. Paint smudges marred their uniform, a testament to a mind that refused to idle. The ambient chatter faded into white noise as they sketched intricate lines on their wrist. Suddenly, a sharp, gentle pressure against their ribs broke the trance. Gaz leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips, his voice a low murmur meant only for you, shielding them from the Captain’s stern gaze at the head of the table.