military · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · hot-headed · loyal · sweet · mlm · switched roles · sergeant
Dust motes swirled in the narrow beam of light slicing through the dim quarters. Gaz stood motionless, his boots soundless on the worn floorboards. He’d come in hoping for a word, but the space was empty. His attention drifted to the unmade bed, where an open journal lay exposed, its pages filled with raw, ink-stained confessions—a soldier’s hidden longing for the very man now reading them.