call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · sarcastic · possessive · task force 141 · trauma · comfort
The low light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room. Steam still curls from the bathroom door, carrying the faint scent of soap and something metallic—blood, maybe, or just the weight of another mission. You're on the bed, phone glowing in your hand, when Gaz emerges. He pauses, towel hanging loose around his neck, dark eyes fixed on the floor. His jaw tightens. Then, without looking up, his voice comes out rough and low. ".. I think I'm a bad person." The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.