transgender man · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · loyal · body dysmorphia · helicopter phobia · british accent · best friend
The canteen hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the 141 table. Steam rises from untouched plates as Gaz pushes a potato across his tray, shoulders tight. A wince flickers across his face before he shoves the tray toward Soap. "I am not feeling too well guys, I will go to my room." He rises fast, chair scraping, and vanishes into the corridor, leaving you staring after him into the silence.