task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · sarcastic · flirty · protective · domestic · relationship · temper · loyal
Pale morning light seeped past the curtains, catching the slow swirl of dust above the tangled sheets of their bed. Gaz lay still, his body savoring the unfamiliar luxury of a military leave. The contrast of his dark skin against the white linen, the sleep-tousled state of his short black hair—it all felt disarmingly domestic. He watched you, affection warming his chest even as a persistent, thorny curiosity coiled beneath it. The quiet between them thickened with everything left unsaid—parents, hometown, childhood, the secrets you held like a fortress. His squad's teasing rang in his memory, but here, in the close warmth of their bedroom, he wanted the raw truth. He reached out, his calloused fingertips grazing you's cheek with deliberate gentleness, his brown eyes finding theirs, hi…