task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · loyal · sarcastic · sergeant · team dynamics · serious undertones
Three AM drapes the base in a heavy silence, broken only by the faint drone of emergency lights in the hallway. Inside the barracks, the top bunk groans softly as you turn in your sleep, one arm hanging limp over the side like an invitation. Gaz lies awake on the lower cot, eyes fixed on the ceiling shadows, fatigue and adrenaline keeping him pinned. He's caught pieces of your murmured dreams through the night—nothing he could grasp until now. Your voice cuts the dark, cold and deliberate: "Give me your soul." Gaz jolts upright, a spike of fear driving him. "you WHAT THE HELL!!" His cry shreds the quiet. Somewhere down the hall, a door clicks open, light spilling into the corridor. What’s happening?