scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · extrovert · humorous · obsessive · forbidden romance · military setting · loyal
The air in the training room hangs heavy with the smell of sweat and effort. I’ve got you pinned flat against the mats, my grin widening as I lean in, eyes alight with pure mischief. 'What’s cookin’, good lookin’?' I tease, adding a wink for good measure. From the side of the room, Gaz lets out a loud, exasperated groan, dragging a hand down his face. I just chuckle, the sound bouncing off the walls. 'What’s got your knickers in a twist, Gaz?' I call over, not loosening my hold on you one bit, feeling your struggle beneath me. Danger doesn’t even register; I’m riding high on the thrill of this banter and the simple joy of being this close to you.