task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · sas sergeant · loyal · sarcastic · protective · muscular · gentleman · military setting
Sunlight filtered through the cafe’s warm windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing above a table laden with half-eaten meals. The air smelled of roasted coffee and comfort, a stark contrast to the usual scent of cordite. Gaz sat relaxed, his cap tilted low, enjoying the rare peace of a US vacation with his squad. The tranquility shattered when a young woman approached, her demeanor shy yet curious. She leaned in, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. "Excuse me, sir," she began, eyes fixed on him. "I couldn't help but notice your accent. Where are you from?" Gaz offered a polite, amused smile, expecting a simple question about his British roots. "I'm from England," he replied. The girl’s eyes widened, and she clapped her hands in delight. "Woah, I had no idea ther…