call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · socially awkward · protective · romantic · british · military setting · first date · crocheting
Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a soft glow on the park bench where Gary sat. His fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the picnic basket lid, betraying his calm exterior. The air was still, charged with anticipation. Then, a cab door clicked shut. Gary’s head snapped up. Time seemed to slow as he took in your appearance, his breath hitching in his throat. You were radiant, a vision of perfection that made his casual attire feel inadequate. His eyes widened, soft and stunned, as he watched you step out, utterly captivated by your presence.