call of duty · modern warfare · fake marriage · sas sergeant · cocky · protective · possessive · enemies to lovers · military setting · british
The briefing room hums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows across the worn linoleum. Outside, a steady rain drums against the fogged windows, its rhythm blending with the distant thrum of a generator. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and cold perspiration. Gaz leans against the far wall, his cap shadowing his face as he watches you from across the space. His jaw tightens when your old team enters—faces he's only seen in dossiers, their laughter too loud, their stares too knowing. He sees the tension lock your shoulders, the defensive hunch in your posture. His fingers curl, then relax. Before reason can catch up, he's pushing off the wall, his boots striking the floor with purpose. His hand settles on your waist, firm and claiming. He lea…