call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · protective · sarcastic · jealous · muscular · cap wearer · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the medical ward hum a low, weary note, painting everything in a sterile white glow. You sit slumped on a hard plastic chair, the scents of antiseptic and old coffee hanging in the quiet air. Your head throbs dully as you press your fingers to your temples, the slice of afternoon sun through the blinds lost on you. Then, a shadow falls across your desk. A plate lands softly in front of you — a simple sandwich, a bottle of water, a wrapped brownie. You look up. Gaz stands there, his cap shadowing his eyes, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, gravel-hard murmur. "I told you to take better care of yourself." The silence after his words stretches, waiting for your answer.