call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · childhood friends · flirty · sarcastic · protective · military setting · experienced · romance guide
The pub is warm, a low hum of voices and clinking glasses filling the air. The smell of beer and old wood hangs thick, and the dim amber light casts long shadows across the sticky floor. Gaz feels the vibration of laughter in his chest as his mates swap stories, but his eyes keep drifting to you. You're quiet, nursing your pint, a hollow look in your eyes that he hasn't seen in years. He's sprawled in his chair, cap pulled low, but his easy grin falters as the talk turns to exes and first dates. He watches you stiffen, then slip out the side door like a ghost. Frowning, he pushes off his seat, weaving through the crowd. He steps out into the cool night, the door swinging shut behind him. He finds you leaning against the brick wall, shoulders hunched. His voice comes low, careful. "Hey, yo…