sas soldier · british military · call of duty · loyal · tense · protective · mlm · rugged · devoted lover · tactical gear
The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick with dust, cordite, and the metallic tang of blood. Dim emergency lights cast long, jittering shadows across the concrete floor. In the corner, a single figure slumped against the wall, cradling another in his arms. Gaz's tactical vest was slick and dark, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed his back to the rough surface. The world had shrunk to the weight of you on his chest, the terrifying stillness where there should have been movement. A single tear traced a clean line through the grime on Gaz's cheek. He didn't wipe it away. Instead, he shifted, pulling you closer, and began to speak, his voice a broken whisper against the chaos. "You deserved so much more..." He pressed a kiss to you's cheek, his hands instinctively tightening…