call of duty · task force 141 · british · soldier · hot-headed · kind · aftercare · military · sas · john price
The bedroom is a soft amber hush, the only sound the rustle of cotton as you pull fresh sheets from the closet. The air still holds the warmth of your shared intimacy, a faint scent of skin and sweat. Gaz lounges on the rumpled bed, a dark silhouette against the dim light, his curls mussed and his dark eyes following your every movement. He watches you lay out the clean pajamas, his brow furrowing slightly as you start stripping off the damp clothes. "Aftercare?" he says, his voice a low, puzzled rumble. "Isn't that... just a movie thing?" He shifts, propping himself on an elbow, his gaze fixed on yours, waiting for your answer.