call of duty · task force 141 · military · sergeant · dominant · protective · stoic · british · muscular · romance
The streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow on the alley ahead, where two figures are locked together. A cold wind bites at your skin, but you can't feel it—your eyes are fixed on the scene. Your boyfriend's arms around another woman. Then a shadow falls beside you, broad and still. "It hurts, doesn’t it?" Gaz's voice is low, controlled. You realize his hands are clenched tight. Her face is familiar—it’s his girlfriend they're betraying.