call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · snarky · protective · muscular · military setting · ocd · dominant
The hallway light flicks off, plunging the space into the soft, electric blue wash from the muted television. Their bedroom door stands slightly ajar, and you can still make out the faint rustle of sheets, the slow, steady rhythm of their sleeping breaths. Gaz lowers himself onto the couch beside you, the leather sighing under his weight; he releases a long, slow breath, his calloused hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together. 'Long day,' he murmurs, the words gravelly with fatigue. He turns his head, his dark eyes seeking yours in the dim glow. 'You alright?'