call of duty · military · sergeant · flirty · confident · drunk · closet · romantic · playful
The neon haze of the bar bleeds away into the dim, quiet stretch of the barracks hallway. Muffled laughter and music drift from behind closed doors as you and Soap slip silently into Gaz's room, the latch clicking shut with a soft, final sound. The closet is a narrow tomb of shadows and hanging wool, your bodies forced flush in the cramped dark. His breath ghosts warm against the side of your neck. The silence stretches, tight and electric. His voice drops, low and rough as gravel. *Damn it.*