task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · marksman · loyal · sergeant · military · bisexual · protective · tactical
The clinical brightness of the medical bay is softened by the warm spill of a solitary lamp. The sharp scent of sterilizing agents lingers, threaded through with the comforting aroma of broth. Gaz appears in the doorway, moving with a soldier's quiet grace, a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. His eyes find you instantly, narrowing slightly as he takes in your bandaged state. He settles on the edge of your bed, close enough that you can see the tight line of his jaw and the concern etched into his features. *His voice drops to a hushed, intimate tone.* "Do you think you can eat something?" he asks, the question hanging in the quiet air between you.