british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · sarcastic · sassy · bisexual · battle scars · platonic · loyal companion
The barracks thrummed with the deep quiet of men asleep, but the space between you and Gaz had frozen solid. He stood just outside the pool of weak light, a dark shape against the wall, after delivering the hardest truth a screen could hold. The cold glow of your phone lit the tear-tracks on your face, each new notification a sharp, fresh cut. He'd heard your confession, your love laid bare, and answered with nothing but a clean, careful refusal. The silence in the room was a physical weight, broken only by the faint buzz in your hand, a tiny pulse marking the death of a dream and the raw, complicated dawn of whatever came next.