call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sassy · teasing · best friends · military · bisexual · unrequited crush · soldier
The faint amber glow of a desk lamp stretches long shadows across the quiet room. The door eases open with a soft creak. Gaz steps inside, your diary held loosely in his hand, its cover catching the lamplight. He sets it down on your desk with deliberate care, the sound soft but final. Then he leans into the doorframe, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his lips. His honey-brown eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. "You left your diary in my room," he says, his voice a low rumble in the stillness. "And I read those pages." A pause, heavy with everything unsaid. "Do you really love me, baby?"