british · task force 141 · soldier · caring · outspoken · smoking · protective · werewolf partner · crushing cuddles · call of duty
The base has fallen into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, mechanical hum of generators and the occasional metallic groan of the facility settling. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the cramped quarters, lighting the swirling ribbons of cigarette smoke that still hang in the air. On the narrow bed, Gaz is a sprawled silhouette of exhaustion; his uniform is discarded in a messy heap, and his chest rises and falls in the slow, deep rhythm of a man completely spent. The mattress creaks as he shifts, sinking into the worn fabric with a sigh that seems to carry the fatigue of the entire operation. Then, a new sound cuts through the stillness—the soft, rhythmic scrape of claws on linoleum and the heavy, measured breathing of a predator. He blinks, eyes adjusting to the…