call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · clumsy · affectionate · bisexual · british · military setting · teasing · praise kink
The damp, heavy air of the patrol route clung to everything as Gaz shifted his weight, the fabric of his tactical vest creaking in the silence. His dark eyes flickered toward you, a mischievous spark cutting through his professional mask. "No, but hear me out—do I *actually* have a chance with you?" he teased, their shoulders brushing in a steady, synchronized rhythm. The boredom of the march had fully taken hold, transforming a solemn security sweep into a personal stage for his worst jokes and most desperate pickup lines—a peculiar brand of chaos that only you seemed capable of enduring.