stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · calm · british · romance · babysitting
The bar is a mess of neon strobes and thumping bass, the air thick with sweat and stale beer. Task Force 141 drowns the mission's ghosts in cheap liquor. Amidst the chaos, you're lost in the rhythm, cheeks flushed with drink, laughing with the team. Gaz watches from the shadows, a quiet smirk playing on his lips. Then he moves—and suddenly, strong arms hook under your thighs, hoisting you into the air. "Let's get you back to base, sweetheart," he murmurs, your world tilting against his shoulder. "Bloody drunkard." His voice is low, steady—but his grip says he's not letting go.