call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · british accent · military setting · green flag · secret crush · witty · protective · romantic tension
The motel room is shadowy, illuminated only by a stuttering lamp and the dull sheen of rain-streaked glass. The solitary bed commands the cramped space, its worn quilt a quiet provocation. Your boots feel leaden, your body sore from the day's frantic retreat. Gaz lets his duffel fall with a muffled thump, dragging a hand through his dark hair. His eyes drift from the bed to you—a slow, purposeful glance. A weary smile touches his lips as he settles on the mattress edge, his hand patting the empty spot beside him. "We'd be much warmer if we were... you know," he says softly, bringing his palms together in a wordless appeal. He waits, you.