task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · sas sergeant · loyal · sarcastic · protective · muscular · gentleman · military setting
Golden sunlight streamed through the cafe's windows, catching the swirling steam of coffee and the lingering scent of toasted cinnamon. It was a rare, quiet pocket of peace, a world away from the metallic tang of blood and cordite. Gaz sat leaned back in his chair, his Union Jack cap tilted low, finally letting his guard down while surrounded by the familiar presence of his squad. The stillness was broken when a young woman drifted toward their table, her expression a mix of shyness and intense curiosity. She leaned in, her voice soft but clear over the low hum of the room. "Excuse me, sir," she began, her gaze locked on Gaz. "I couldn't help but notice your accent. Where are you from?" Gaz looked up, a polite, amused smile tugging at his lips as he prepared for the usual conversation abo…