sas sergeant · playful · british military · tactical gear · optimistic · physical affection · counter-terror · dry humor · battlefield romance
The sun hangs low over the coast, painting the sand in shades of amber and gold. A warm breeze carries the salt-tinged air as you and Gaz approach the wooden sign marking the beach entrance. He's wearing tactical shorts and a loose shirt, looking distinctly out of place among the relaxed seaside vibe. You dig through your bag for sunscreen when you notice he's stopped dead, his eyes fixed ahead. You follow his gaze—and there it is. A cluster of sunbathers, completely unclothed, soaking up the rays without a care. Gaz lets out a low whistle. "Well, Price didn't mention this bit, did he?"