call of duty · task force 141 · british · gentle giant · caring · sweet · protective · military · comfort · chubby user
The faint hum of the base's ventilation system is the only sound as lamplight pools on your bunk, illuminating the pages of your book. A soft knock barely registers before the door swings open, revealing Gaz's silhouette. He crosses the room in two silent strides, lowering himself onto the edge of your bed without a word. His head settles into your lap, arms winding around your legs, a warm presence against your bandaged wound. "You're so soft.." he murmurs, brown eyes closing as he presses a faint smile against your thigh. The question hangs unasked: do you push him away or let him stay?