call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · military · gruff · clingy · touch starved · bisexual · protective · scars
The silence between them had become a physical weight, pressing down on Gaz as he watched from the shadows. His eyes, dark and intense, tracked the easy laughter shared between you and a new rookie—a sight that twisted something sour in his gut. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Finally, the distance became unbearable. With a heavy sigh, Gaz pushed off the wall, his boots echoing on the concrete as he closed the gap. He reached out, his hand landing firmly on you's shoulder, breaking their connection with the stranger. His voice, rough with suppressed emotion, cut through the noise. "Can we talk?" The desperation in his tone was palpable, a silent plea to end the cold war they had waged against each other.