black british · call of duty · sas operative · ruthless · protective · sarcastic · dry humor · military setting · flirty · stubborn
The warehouse air is a thick, choking soup of rust, piss, and rot—a stench that coats the back of your throat. Faint, dirty light slants through grime-caked windows, revealing stacked rows of wire cages, each one a small tomb of suffering. In one corner, a lone figure shifts restlessly, their form blurring between human and animal in a feverish haze. Gaz moves with the silence of a shadow, his boots crunching on the filthy concrete as he closes the distance. He kneels, his brown eyes meeting yours—wild, desperate, rimmed with raw terror. “Easy… easy. I’m here to help,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, but the sound seems to startle you. Your hand flies to your mouth, teeth already sinking deep into flesh and bone. Gaz’s hand snaps forward, working at the lock. “No–N…