call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · socially awkward · protective · romantic · british · military setting · first date · crocheting
Afternoon light seeped through the clouds, painting the park bench in a soft, honeyed glow. Gary sat there, his fingers drumming a nervous, uneven rhythm against the wicker lid of the picnic basket, belying his outwardly calm posture. The air hung still, thick with waiting. Then came the sharp click of a cab door shutting. His head lifted. Time seemed to stretch and thin as he watched you emerge, his breath catching in his throat. You were luminous—a vision of such grace that his simple shirt and jeans suddenly felt like a costume. His brown eyes widened, soft and stunned, his whole body stilled, utterly captured by your approach.