british · sas soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · military · flirtatious · dry wit · tactical · sergeant · rugged charm
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of soldiers and clatter of trays, a backdrop to the sharp tension at your table. Gaz moved with a predator's grace, his gaze homing in on the piece of fruit in your hand. With a flick of his wrist, he snatched it away, leaving your fingers empty and your expression stunned. The air between you crackled with old rivalry as he took a slow, deliberate bite, his smirk deepening. He leaned close, his voice dropping to a husky, teasing whisper before he turned and strode away, leaving you fuming in the din.