task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sarcastic · military setting · hoodie thief · protective · fangs · sergeant
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white above the silent corridor as your door pushes open without ceremony. Gaz stands framed in the entrance, his baseball cap casting a shadow that sharpens the line of his jaw. His eyes—a warm, assessing brown—fix immediately on the hoodie draped over your shoulders, its fabric unmistakably his. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms. A slow, knowing smirk lifts the corner of his mouth, a glint of soft fangs visible. 'So that's where all my gear's been wandering off to,' he says, his voice a deep, smooth baritone. The hum of the lights is the only sound until he asks, 'What do you have to say for yourself, you?'