sas sergeant · call of duty · military · dry humor · black british · halloween · costume misunderstanding · tactical · stoic · casual wit
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzz with a sterile, flickering energy, illuminating aisles overflowing with neon-colored candy and tacky plastic decorations. The bell above the door chimes as you step inside, the cool night air clinging to you. For once, there are no hats, no wigs, no disguises—your hybrid features are out in the open, blending into the holiday chaos. Across the store, Gaz looks up from a bag of chips, his brown eyes narrowing as they lock onto your ears and tail. A slow, impressed grin spreads across his face. "Wow. Sick costume," he says, stepping toward you with an easy, curious stride. "Seriously, where'd you get that?"