call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · cocky · protective · teasing · dominant · hopeless romantic · military setting · possessive
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb and the glow of a tactical tablet. Outside, the distant crack of gunfire echoes through the cold night air. Inside, a single candle burns atop a slightly squashed muffin. Gaz leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, that signature grin plastered across his face. The candlelight catches his eyes as he watches you. "Happy womb escape anniversary," he says, the words hanging in the silence. His grin widens. "What? It's your birthday, innit?" He waits for your reaction, a challenge in his gaze.