task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · gentle giant · flirty · roommate · military setting · combat expert · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base gym hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sweat-slicked mats. The sharp slap of skin on skin echoes as you dominate your sparring partner, your movements a blur. Then, a familiar voice cuts through the grunts and scuffs—a smooth British drawl, tinged with exhaustion. "Damn, didn’t think you could fight like that." You turn to see Gaz leaning against the doorframe, black hair messy, dark eyes tired but warm, a playful grin tugging at his lips. He's back. He missed you.