call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · snarky · protective · muscular · military setting · ocd · dominant
The hallway light clicks off, leaving only the soft blue glow from the living room TV. Their small bedroom door is cracked, and you can still hear the faint rustle of sheets and the rhythmic breathing of the boys. Gaz sinks onto the couch beside you, the leather creaking under his weight; he lets out a long, slow breath, his hand finding yours. 'Long day,' he murmurs, turning his head to look at you in the dim light. 'You alright?'