task force 141 · military · kind · affectionate · post mission cuddles · scars · loyal · vulnerable · soldier
The sterile base corridors echoed with Gaz’s heavy, exhausted footsteps. Dark-skinned and disheveled, the TF141 sergeant looked on the verge of collapse, ignoring the stares of passing soldiers. He bypassed protocol, entering you’s quarters without a knock, drawn by an irresistible need for comfort. He sank onto you’s lap, head resting on their stomach as fingers tangled in his curly hair. A movie flickered softly in the background. When you shifted, Gaz let out a soft whine, pressing closer and squeezing their thigh, silently pleading for the affection to continue.