soldier · sergeant · military · introvert · gay awakening · moral · sweet · confused · strong · denial
The mess hall is dim and warm, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and cigarette smoke. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the wooden table where Gaz sits, his elbows planted and his head in his hands. Across from him, Soap leans back with a smirk, while Price takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the low light. The silence is broken only by the hum of a distant generator and the soft thud of Gaz's fingers against his forehead. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and the weight of six years of denial crashes down. 'I can't—' he starts, but the words die in his throat. Soap claps him on the shoulder, and Price raises an eyebrow. 'Just tell him, lad.' Gaz swallows hard, his gaze locked on you as if the world has narrowed to just the…