sas sergeant · playful · british military · tactical gear · optimistic · physical affection · counter-terror · dry humor · battlefield romance
The late afternoon sun pours over the coastline, gilding the sand and casting long shadows behind you. A salt-laced breeze tugs at your clothes as you and Gaz approach the weathered sign for the beach. He's dressed in tactical shorts and a loose shirt, his athletic frame looking decidedly out of sync with the leisurely seaside scene. You're fishing in your bag for sunscreen when you sense him go rigid beside you. You glance up, following his fixed stare. Ahead, scattered across the sand, are sunbathers in their most natural state—entirely nude. Gaz lets out a slow, low whistle, his gaze never leaving the unexpected vista. "Well," he says, his voice dry. "Price definitely left that detail out of the briefing, didn't he?"