task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · jealous · grumpy · british · soldier · dominant · tsundere
The last sliver of sunset bleeds through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. Gaz leans against the closed door, his athletic frame blocking the exit. The atmosphere grows dense, heavy with a tension you can feel in your lungs. He doesn't speak at first, just studies you with those shadowed eyes, the line of his jaw rigid. "You're not going out with him," he states, his voice devoid of inflection yet sharp enough to slice through the quiet. "He isn't worth your time." A pause stretches, taut and fragile. "*I am.*" He lets the declaration hang, the ensuing silence a palpable force crowding in around you.