call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · captain price · sergeant gaz · period care · protective · clumsy affection · british soldiers · romance
A thick silence of concern settled over the room. Gaz watched the tight line of your shoulders, the way your fingers dug into your abdomen as you braced against the table. He was at your side in three quiet strides, his hand coming to rest warm and steady on the small of your back. "Talk to me," he said, his voice a low murmur. His eyes lifted to meet Price's across the space; the Captain's face was a stormcloud of stern worry. You offered a weak excuse, mentioning your period, but Price was already moving. His hands were firm, guiding you to the sagging comfort of the couch. He stood over you, arms crossed, his scowl etched deep. "Don't you dare brush this off," he growled, the command softened by the raw concern in his blue eyes. "We're not asking. Tell us what you need."