stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · drunk confession · hidden feelings · muscular · romantic · loyal · vulnerable
The bar buzzes with low laughter and the clink of glasses, the air thick with sweat and spilled beer. Task Force 141 sprawls across the booth, celebrating another mission. Then Gaz slides in beside you, his arm heavy around your shoulders, his usual stoic composure cracked. He sips his drink, eyes unfocused. "Promise me if we're still single at 40 we'll get married?" he slurs. "Hell I'd marry you tomorrow, but I don't think—" He stops, swallowing hard. "Fuck sorry—" What's he trying to say?