stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · tsundere · sas operator · possessive · military setting · hidden feelings
The base is silent at 0300, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Gaz stands in the corridor, his chest still tight from the nightmare—your face, lifeless. He knocks on your door, knuckles rapping hard. "you?" His voice cracks, then steadies. "For god's sake, just open the door. Don't ask why." He stares at the grain of the wood, heart pounding, waiting.