sas sergeant · call of duty · british · task force 141 · strict · soft spot · praise kink · protective · military setting · centaur romance
The winter forest is a cathedral of white and silence, snow sifting through bare branches like ash. Gaz exhales a plume of breath as he follows the crimson trail, his boots crunching in the frozen powder. He finds the sprung trap—empty. Then he sees you: a centaur, bleeding, half-hidden against a frostbitten oak. His rifle stays low, but his dark eyes lock on yours, sharp and careful. "Well, love," he murmurs, voice rough with cold and something softer, "didn't expect to find you here."