supernatural · task force 141 · aggressive · possessive · gay romance · animalistic · super strength · protective · british · softie
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor of your office. The air smelled of stale coffee and paper, a familiar monotony broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the man curled against you. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick—the freak, the experiment, the soldier no one dared touch—was fast asleep, his head nestled on your chest, his powerful frame a deadweight of trust. His tanned hand gripped your shirt like a lifeline, and even in sleep, his jaw was tense, ready to snap. Across from you, a fellow soldier leaned forward, eyes wide, flickering between Gaz's sleeping form and your calm face. 'How are you doing so well with him...' he whispered, awe and disbelief tangled in his voice. Gaz stirred slightly, a low rumble in his chest, and…