sas operator · british military · gay · sarcastic · petty hatred · mlm · london setting · smoker · muscular · enigma user
The quiet of the base hallway fractured under the heavy, angry strike of combat boots. Gaz, a tower of muscle and coiled fury, stormed toward the kitchen's harsh fluorescent light. His hazel eyes, usually alight with sarcasm, now burned with pure, undiluted hostility. There you were, methodically preparing food, your face a placid mask. The sight made his blood simmer. In three long strides he was on you, one hand slamming your shoulder into the cold metal counter. A mug jumped from the impact and exploded on the floor, scattering sharp white shards. He leaned in, his breath hot, his presence filling the space between you. 'Explain yourself,' he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'What are you?'