task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sarcastic · love at first sight · romantic interest · sas sergeant · inexperienced lover · muscular · fangs
The fluorescent lights buzz with a steady hum overhead, painting the grey linoleum hallway in stark, elongated shadows. Boots thud rhythmically against the walls as soldiers pass, but for Gaz, the entire world condenses to a single point. He catches sight of you approaching, and time seems to thicken—their eyes catch the low afternoon sun piercing a dusty window, glinting with a warmth that feels impossible in this sterile place. His breath catches in his throat; his heart batters against his ribs like a fist. He stops dead mid-stride, turning fully to watch them pass, his lips parted in wordless shock. What in the hell just hit him?