task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · british · sas soldier · hot-headed · loyal · sergeant · military setting · kind
The distant mechanical thrum of the base dissolves into the background as you stand bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a solitary floodlight. The night air is sharp, biting through your fatigues. A thin column of smoke rises from the cigarette clamped between your lips, your mind still echoing with the percussive violence of the mission. Gravel crunches under deliberate footsteps behind you, then a broad, warm hand settles firmly on your shoulder, an anchor in the cold. Gaz steps into the circle of light, his dark eyes holding yours as he fishes out his own pack. "Hey, mate. You held the line today." He pauses, cupping a flame to the tip, then adds, his voice dropping, "Need to get it off your chest?"