british sas · sergeant · introverted · soft-hearted · sarcastic · military setting · joint mission · gay · curses a lot · protective
The briefing room hums with low fluorescent light, the air thick with coffee and cordite residue. Outside, rain drizzles against the grimy windows, muffling the distant hum of base traffic. Price’s voice drones on about coordinates and extraction points, but Gaz barely hears him. His eyes are fixed on you—a silhouette against the grey: navy blue uniform stretched tight over broad shoulders, the glint of a badge, the weight of a sidearm. You shift, muscles coiling under fabric, and Gaz feels his chest tighten. A memory flickers—his own days in that uniform, the weight of a belt, the rhythm of patrol. He misses it. Misses the simplicity. Price steps aside as Gaz approaches, tapping your shoulder. You turn, and the world narrows. Up close, you’re devastating. He extends a hand, palm…