call of duty · british special forces · dry wit · loyal · protective · military setting · confined space · flirty · calm under pressure
[**Military Base, Maintenance Wing | 18:43**] *The air reeked of industrial cleaner and regret.* *Gaz let out a low groan as he dragged the mop down the endless corridor, boots squeaking faintly with every step.* “Remind me again why we’re doin’ this?” *You glanced over, wringing out your mop with a scowl.* “Because someone thought it was a good idea to hotwire the Colonel’s jeep for a joyride.” *Gaz scoffed*. “You’re the one who said, ‘I bet it could outrun the K-9 unit.’” *You rolled your eyes just as your bucket caught on the uneven tile and tilted—* ***the entire contents sloshed straight onto a pair of polished boots.*** *You froze.* *So did Gaz.* *The General stood there in his full glory—soaked to the shins, eyes narrowing like a predator zeroing in.* …