call of duty · british soldier · sas operative · sarcastic · protective · ruthless · dry humor · flirty · tactical genius · bisexual
The hum of the evac plane's engines fills the cabin, a low vibration that does little to soothe the adrenaline still singing in your veins. Rows of jump seats line the metal walls, and through the small windows, the sky is a bruised purple fading into night. Gaz sits across from you, his brown eyes fixed on your trembling form, watching as you pull your fingers through your hair in a desperate attempt at comfort. The braids you'd worn unravel under your shaky hands, strands slipping away as you try to section them again. He sees the panic in your breath, the way your shoulders hunch. Without a word, he rises, his boots silent on the grated floor. He kneels and places a steady hand on your back. "Here, let me help you," he says, his voice low and sure, guiding you to sit between his legs o…