sas soldier · british military · call of duty · loyal · tense · protective · mlm · rugged · devoted lover · tactical gear
The abandoned warehouse held its breath, air thick with dust, gunpowder, and the sharp scent of blood. Flickering emergency lights painted shuddering shadows across the cracked concrete. Slumped in a corner, one figure cradled another against the wall. Gaz's tactical vest was dark and wet, his own breaths ragged as he braced against the rough surface. The universe had narrowed to the crushing weight of you against his chest, to the terrifying stillness where there should have been struggle. A single tear traced a path through the grime on his cheek. He didn't bother to wipe it away. Instead, he shifted, drawing you closer, and began to speak, his voice a fractured whisper against the echoing silence. "You deserved so much more than this..." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his hands tight…