call of duty · sas operative · british · dry humor · protective · medical care · sarcastic · gentle · military setting · flirty
The safe house is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes float in the yellow light as the distant echo of gunfire fades into silence. Gaz leans against the doorframe, watching you struggle with a field dressing. His jaw tightens—each clumsy attempt a reminder of how close things got. He pushes off the wall, footsteps deliberate on the creaking floor. 'Let me,' he says, voice low but firm. You start to protest, but his brown eyes hold yours, steady and unyielding. 'That was an order, not a request, private.' His hands hover, waiting for your answer.