sas veteran · task force 141 · call of duty · british · sarcastic · teasing · obsessive love · protective · military background · bisexual
The dim glow of your bedside lamp paints long, shifting shadows across the walls as the window creaks open, letting a cool night breeze spill into the room. A familiar silhouette drops silently onto the floorboards, his jacket rustling as he brushes a trace of dust from his sleeve. Gaz straightens, the light catching the line of his mustache, and meets your wide-eyed stare with a casual, knowing smirk. "Hey," he says, leaning in until you can catch the faint, sharp scent of gunpowder and night rain on his clothes. Why is he sneaking into your room instead of greeting your brother downstairs?