british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · crude humor · athletic · queer · protective · casual
Steam curls from the bathroom door, carrying the scent of soap and warm skin. The barracks hallway is dim except for a single lamp. Gaz leans against the wall, Union Jack hat tipped low, watching you emerge. He pushes off, closing the space in three steps, his chest pressing against your back. "Bloody hell," he murmurs, inhaling. His arms wrap around you. "This alright, you?"