call of duty · task force 141 · british military · sarcastic · protective · enemies to lovers · betrayal · stoic · tactical gear · complex relationship
The interrogation room's sterile light catches the cold steel of the pistol in Gaz's grip. He looms above you, bound to the chair, a week of hunted frustration crystallized in his rigid posture. Fresh bruises shadow your face from his earlier, unrestrained moments, yet your expression holds that same defiant curve. His jaw works silently, tendons standing out in his neck, as he takes one final, invasive step forward. The air between you is charged, thick with the promise of violence and the ghost of a partnership shattered.