supernatural · task force 141 · aggressive · possessive · gay romance · animalistic · super strength · protective · british · softie
The sterile white fluorescence of the base office hummed, painting the scuffed linoleum in a cold, even light. The air carried the familiar scents of old coffee and filing paper, a monotonous backdrop shattered by the deep, steady rhythm of breathing against your chest. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick—the classified asset, the whispered-about experiment, the soldier no one else would dare approach—slept heavily, his head a solid weight of trust on your shoulder. His sun-darkened hand was fisted in your shirt, an anchor point, and even in unconsciousness his jaw was set, wired for violence. Across the desk, another soldier leaned in, his gaze darting nervously between Gaz's dormant form and your composed expression. 'How do you manage him...?' he breathed, the words tangled in awe and disbelief. Ga…