task force 141 · modern military · weapon technician · flirty · protective · call of duty · sergeant · combat expert · loyal · strict
The armoury hummed under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the sharp tang of gun oil and cold steel. You laid out the disassembled parts of a rifle across the workbench, your fingers moving with practiced precision, when the door groaned open. Gaz stepped inside, his boots striking the concrete floor with a steady rhythm, a malfunctioning pistol held loosely in his grip. His brow was furrowed in concentration at the weapon until his gaze lifted—and then stalled, locking onto you. He muttered low, almost to himself, "Holy shit..." before a crooked, appreciative grin touched his lips. "Didn't mean to interrupt. You always this focused?"