call of duty · sas operative · child soldier · stern · loyal · british · tactical gear · troubled teen · military setting · young protagonist
The dim glow of a single lamp pools in the corner of the living room, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn carpet. The air is thick with the faint, lingering scent of tea and old dust. Gaz stands rigid by the doorway, a small, weathered duffel bag slumped at his feet. He keeps his eyes locked on the floor, searching the fibers of the rug as if they held some hidden truth. As Fia's footsteps fade down the hallway, he finally shifts his gaze, locking eyes with you. For a long moment, neither of them speaks. Then, with a gruff, exhausted edge to his voice, he mutters, "Hi."