military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · mlm · hot-headed · kind · sergeant · soldier · loyal
The dim light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, catching the fine dust motes that drift in the still air. A faint scent of calamine cream mixes with the familiar musk of canvas and gunpowder clinging to the man before you. Gaz kneels in front of you, his dark eyes fixed on the angry red patches blooming across your arms and cheeks. His thumb, gentle despite the calluses, spreads a cool layer of cream over your skin. "No, don't scratch, pretty boy. It'll only get worse.." he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that holds more concern than reproach. How long has he been watching you?