call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · british accent · military setting · secret crush · voice kink · flirtatious · witty · protective
The common room hums with low chatter and the clink of mugs. Lamplight catches the edge of a scarred wooden table, where Gaz sits, shoulders tight, pretending to read a report. The moment your voice cuts through the noise — soft, deliberate — his pen stops mid-word. A shiver traces his spine before he can stop it. "Hey, Garrick." Your whisper brushes his ear, and he spins, brown eyes wide. "you," he breathes, voice rough, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "You need anythin'?"