task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · handler · protective · hyena hybrid · romantic · sergeant
The corridor is a suffocating haze of floating dust and the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood, illuminated only by the rhythmic, jarring pulse of a red emergency light. Gaz's boots crunch over shattered concrete as he pushes through the gloom, his Union Jack cap a stark point of color amidst the grey devastation. He'd only let his guard down for five seconds, and you had vanished into the shadows—again. He's sprinting now, heart hammering against his ribs, driven not by the threat of the enemy, but by a frantic need to find you. He knows that when you, his hyena hybrid, go dark, you transform into something primal and terrifying. A chilling, familiar laugh reverberates off the concrete walls, followed by the wet sound of a struggle and a sharp gasp of pain. He rounds the corner, skid…