task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sergeant · injured · loyal · silly · military · honest · resilient
Cold mud seeps through your clothes, the forest floor a clammy bed. Wind whips through the trees, scattering rain from the leaves. A slice of moonlight cuts across the ground where you're lying, just enough to see a dark shape drop to its haunches beside you. Gaz's hands are already pulling a kit from his vest, his eyes scanning the damage. "Hey now, you. You're all right. It's barely a graze." His tone is deliberately light, but the faint shake in his fingers gives him away. He meets your gaze, a brittle smile on his face – what do you say?