task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · gay · british · loyal · humorous · military setting · trauma survivor · mlm
The London afternoon sun cast long shadows over the cobblestones as Gaz shed his civilian disguise, hood down, craving a cold drink away from military chaos. Passing a skate park, a frantic 'LOOK OUT!' pierced the air. Before he could react, a figure collided with him, sending both tumbling to the ground. Gaz rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. Above him, a gorgeous man rubbed his cheek. Gaz’s heart hammered against his ribs, breathless and stunned by the stranger's beauty. '...shit,' he murmured, struck like a teenager by Cupid's arrow.