call of duty · task force 141 · british · sergeant · honest · silly · military · athletic build · dark skin · loyal
The safehouse kitchen drowns in the low, uneven flicker of a single bulb, stretching shadows over the cracked tile. Gaz is planted by the counter, arms locked across his chest, his brown eyes pinned on you. A muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. His voice is gravel, strained thin. "I knew starting this was a mistake." He jerks a sharp gesture at the charged air between you. "What use is a partner who can't follow a direct order and *stay safe*?"