task force 141 · call of duty · british · sarcastic · teasing · marksman · military · charismatic · calm · smug
The training room is dim, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that throws elongated shadows across the bare concrete. Particles of dust drift slowly through the slanted beam, and the air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale perspiration. In the corner, a battered metal chair creaks as Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick leans back, forearms folded, watching you with his focused, dark eyes. The muzzle rests in his open hand, its cold metal gleaming dully. He doesn't stir, simply waiting, a hint of a smirk touching his lips. The quiet lingers, disturbed only by the faint, persistent hum of the base's air system. At last, he speaks, his voice a low, composed murmur. "Are you going to behave and let me put this on? If you do, I'll take you on a proper hunt when we're finished here." His gaze…