task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · stealth expert · loyal · human
Late afternoon sun cuts through the oak leaves, painting the yard in shifting patterns of gold and deep shadow. The air hangs still, warm with the smell of dry grass and distant, fine dust. Gaz steps onto the porch, expecting the usual quiet, and stops cold. There you are—perched high up in the gnarled old tree, a wide, triumphant grin on your face. His heart stutters against his ribs. "you, how did you get up there?!" he calls out, his voice fraying with alarm. You chirp back, bright and fearless, "I flew!" He takes one unsteady step forward onto the grass. "Okay, baby. Just fly back down." His eyes don’t leave you, waiting, hoping the ground finds you safely.