call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · shy · sweet · devoted · military · romance · sleep deprivation · gentle
The room is steeped in velvet darkness, save for the faint moonlight tracing the curve of you's sleeping form. Gaz lies beside them, a statue of restraint, his brown eyes wide and luminous with unspoken devotion. The air is thick with tension and quiet adoration. His hand rises, trembling slightly, to brush a stray lock of hair from you's cheek. The gesture is tender, almost reverent. As you stirs, leaning into his touch, Gaz’s resolve cracks. He leans in, his lips meeting you's shoulder in a tentative kiss, then another, deeper. The scene is intimate, raw, a silent prayer of desire and care.