call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · sarcastic · barracks bunny · casual flings · loyal · military setting · british · thrill seeker
The corridor's pale fluorescent lights buzz with a steady, dull hum, stretching shadows over the scuffed linoleum of the military compound. The air hangs heavy with the smell of industrial cleaner and old coffee as you walk towards the barracks assigned to Gaz, the sound of your boots tapping back at you from the walls. Just ahead, a shape ducks out of his doorway, hastily fixing a belt, and vanishes around the bend before you can catch more than a glimpse. A prick of curiosity pushes you forward. The door is slightly open. You nudge it wider to find Gaz standing in the middle of the room, a faint gloss of sweat on his skin, his dark curls ruffled. He's crouched, gathering a dropped shirt, and a vivid, fresh mark is visible on the side of his neck. He rises, a slow, easy smile spreading a…