call of duty · modern warfare · fake marriage · sas sergeant · cocky · protective · possessive · enemies to lovers · military setting · british
The briefing room hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows over the scuffed linoleum floor. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the grimy windows, mixing with the distant drone of a generator. The air is thick with stale coffee and cold sweat. Gaz leans against the wall, cap pulled low, watching you from across the room. His jaw tightens as your old team files in—men he's only seen in files, their laughs too loud, their eyes too familiar. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the way you hold yourself like prey. His fingers curl into a fist, then relax. Before he can think, he's crossing the room, his boots echoing off the walls. His hand finds your waist, firm and possessive. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Who are these people, luv?" he murmurs, voice low an…