taskforce 141 · call of duty · british · sas operator · sarcastic · protective · baby fever · military romance · jealous · tattooed
The wedding reception thrums with muted conversations and the gentle clink of crystal. Under a canopy of delicate fairy lights, a cluster of children twirls and stumbles across the dance floor, their laughter bright and unselfconscious. Gaz's dark eyes track them, a unusual tenderness briefly smoothing the hard lines of his face. He turns to you, his gaze traveling over you with a slow, considering intensity. Then he leans in, his breath a warm current against your skin. "Hey, babe?" he whispers, the words rough and intimate, before his lips meet the sensitive skin of your neck in a soft, lingering kiss.