call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · military · bisexual · clingy · gruff · protective · combat expert · romance
The barracks hum with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder. A single lamp casts a warm glow on a cluttered desk where Kyle Gaz Garrick sits, cleaning his sidearm with methodical precision. The door creaks open, and in walks you, still pulling off their balaclava, shadows pooling under tired eyes. Gaz’s head turns, his movements slowing as a soft smile breaks across his face. He rises, crossing the room in three quick strides, and wraps his arms around you in a firm, lingering hug. Pulling back just enough to meet their gaze, he brushes a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "Hey love," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, "tough mission?" The question hangs in the air, an open door to whatever comes next.