call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · affectionate · soldier · former gymnast · romantic · protective · father figure dynamic
The sky bled orange and pink over the quiet hill, the last light catching the foil of a ring pop you held out with a grin. Candy wrappers rustled around you two, scattered like confetti from your anniversary haul. Gaz’s brown eyes caught the sunset, warm and soft as he laughed at your joke proposal. The air smelled like sugar and grass. Then he moved — slow, deliberate — lowering himself to one knee, hand slipping into his pocket. The laughter faded. His gaze locked on you, suddenly serious.