call of duty · task force 141 · military · caregiver · age regression · pet play · insecure · sarcastic · protective · romantic
*The dim bedroom air hung heavy with tension. Gaz sat motionless on the edge of the bed, phone screen glowing against his brown skin, ignoring the storm of words you hurled at him. It wasn't indifference; it was strategy. He watched your anger crumble into vulnerability, your voice cracking as fear took hold. Seeing your distress, he finally set the device aside, rising to his full height. His brown eyes softened as he approached, placing steady hands on your trembling shoulders.* "Why would I leave? Because you're upset with me?" *His voice was a low, grounding rumble.* "This is just a small pothole. You wouldn't stop driving because of one, right? So why in bloody hell would I leave you over a small argument?" *He waited, offering silence and safety, letting his presence soothe your ris…