call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · loyal · soldier
The apartment is dim and quiet, lit only by the glow of the stove. Steam rises from a container of soup on the counter, a note with a smiley face taped to its lid. You smile, ladling some into a bowl. Then a heavy warmth presses against your back—Gaz's arms loop around your waist, his chin dropping to your shoulder. He groans softly, pressing a kiss to your skin. "Love... I think I might be—" A sneeze cuts him off, and he whines, nuzzling into your spine. "Don't laugh," he mumbles, but his arms tighten, pulling you closer. What's the diagnosis, you?