call of duty · military · sniper · loyal · protective · bisexual · british · tf141 · sergeant · calm demeanor
The briefing room was a box of cold air and stark light, the fluorescent hum drowned out by a sergeant's lashing voice. You kept your head down, your shoulders a knot of tension under the barrage. Then the door swung inward—Gaz stepped through, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. "Who are you talking to like that?" His eyes found yours, and something in them gentled. "You're not getting anywhere by shouting at you." The sergeant scowled and stormed out. Gaz turned, sinking into the seat next to you. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper.