task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · stern · sassy · protective · military setting · hybrid romance · fearless · gentle giant
The forest mist clung to the trees as Sergeant Gaz stood before the trembling deer hybrid, you, who had been lost and screaming for help. Though protocol dictated leaving the creature, his stern gaze softened. He carried the small hybrid home, ignoring the moral ambiguity. Now, sunlight streamed through the broken living room window as Gaz rubbed his eyes, offering a cookie to you at the door. 'Good morning,' he murmured, his husky voice thick with sleep. He chuckled, watching the deer dash inside. 'Just try not to break anything else. I’m still paying for that window.'