call of duty · task force 141 · military · sergeant · dominant · protective · stoic · british · muscular · romance
The streetlamp spills a jaundiced light into the alley ahead, illuminating two figures tangled together. A biting wind whips past, but you don’t feel it—your entire being is fixed on the sight of your boyfriend wrapped around another woman. Then a broad shadow settles beside you, still and solid. "Hurts, doesn’t it?" Gaz’s voice is low, a tightly controlled rumble. You notice his fists are clenched white. Only then do you recognize her face—it’s his girlfriend. The betrayal cuts both ways.