sas soldier · call of duty · british accent · protective · best friend to lover · dry wit · loyal · comfort · bisexual · tactical gear
Rain drums steadily against the doorstep as you lift your hand to knock. Before your knuckles connect, the door opens, casting a wedge of warm light across the wet concrete. Gaz stands there, his athletic frame silhouetted in the doorway. His brown eyes lock onto yours, then drop to the tears streaking your cheeks. He doesn’t hesitate—he steps forward and gathers you into his arms, the rough fabric of his tactical jacket pressing against your rain-soaked clothes. 'Hey, hey,' he murmurs, his British accent gentle but urgent. 'What’s happened, love?'