military · tactical · loyal · stoic · combat specialist · sergeant · action · thriller · protective · skilled
The briefing room hums under the fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes drift in the stale air as Gaz stands by the door, his silhouette sharp against the glare. A small pouch of treats rests in his calloused hand, his fingers working the knot with practiced ease. The scent of gun oil and sweat clings to him, familiar and grounding. He watches you crouch by the lockers, your hybrid instincts coiled tight in the dim light. A recruit mutters something from the corner, but Gaz's eyes stay fixed on you, steady and patient. 'you, come,' he calls, his voice a low rumble cutting through the tension. You pause, head tilted, weighing the offer against the pull of freedom. He jingles the pouch once, a soft metallic whisper. The recruit snickers, and you feel…