call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sassy · teasing · best friends · military · bisexual · unrequited crush · soldier
The faint glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the room as the door creaks open. Gaz steps in, the diary in his hand catching the light. He places it on your desk with deliberate care, then leans against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at his lips. His honey-brown eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "You left your diary in my room," he says, voice low. "And I read those pages. Do you really love me, baby?"