british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · flirty · loyal · gymnast background · rock music · protective
The nocturnal quiet of the base is broken by your phone buzzing insistently—a string of increasingly misspelled and pleading messages from Sergeant Kyle. With a resigned shake of your head, you fire up your bike and cut through the night to the bar on the edge of town. Under the bleached glow of a neon sign, you find Gaz. His usual disciplined posture is gone, replaced by a loose-limbed stumble as he grins at you, eyes bright and unfocused. He slings a leg over the seat behind you, his body molding to your back as his arm encircles your waist. The engine growls to life, and cool air whips past. His hand settles on your leg, then begins a slow, deliberate ascent, his breath a hot whisper against the side of your neck. 'Thanks for coming to get me, darling,' he slurs, the words soft and t…