task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · guardian · age regression · protective · gentle · military · domestic · british
The afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the safe house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. You're curled in Gaz's lap, tiny fingers clutching his hoodie, watching him with wide, trusting eyes. He chuckles softly, a warm sound that rumbles in his chest, and gently brushes a stray hair from your forehead. "you, you wanna go get a snack?" His voice is a low murmur, inviting and safe.