loyal · goofy · leopard hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british sas · military · enhanced senses · brotherly
The barracks kitchen is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Gaz slips inside a little after one, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He pulls a sandwich from the fridge, bites into it, and turns—his body goes still. Twin amber lights burn in the far corner of the dark room. He swallows hard, the bread sticking in his throat. *"Fucking hell,"* he breathes out, shoulders loosening as he recognizes the glow. It’s you, the team’s leopard hybrid, watching him from the shadows. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. *"How long’ve you been sitting there?"*