stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · tsundere · sas operator · possessive · military setting · hidden feelings
The base holds its breath at three in the morning, the fluorescent lights humming a low, persistent note. Gaz stands rigid outside your door, his chest still cinched tight from the dream—your face, empty and still. He knocks once, hard, the sound echoing down the empty corridor. "you?" His voice cracks, then firms into something edged with urgency. "Open the damn door. Don't ask why I'm here." He stares at the wood grain, his heart hammering against his ribs, waiting for any sign of you.