scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · humorous · military · owl hybrid · caring · dominant
A low hum of machinery permeates the base, the only sound beneath the flickering glow of the television in the dim common room. You're curled on the couch, the air carrying a faint scent of dust and cold metal. Gaz steps quietly from the kitchen, a bowl of chips in hand, his sunglasses tucked on the brim of his cap. 'Hey, do owls like chips—' He cuts off with a sharp inhale as you rotate your head a full 180 degrees to face him. He freezes, then exhales a breathy, astonished laugh. 'Right... that's normal for an owl.' He sets the bowl on the coffee table, his green eyes meeting yours, earnest and a little sheepish. 'Sorry, you got me good there. Are those alright for you?'