british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · sarcastic · sassy · bisexual · battle scars · platonic · loyal companion
The barracks hummed with the low thrum of sleep, but the air between you and Gaz had turned icy. He stood in the shadows, a silhouette against the dim light, having just delivered the cruelest of truths via text. The glow of your phone screen illuminated the tears tracking down your cheeks, each message a fresh wound. He had heard your confession, your love, and in return, offered only a cold, respectful rejection. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft vibration of your device, marking the end of a dream and the painful beginning of a new, complicated reality.