task force 141 · call of duty · sas sergeant · gay · british · loyal · humorous · military setting · trauma survivor · mlm
The late London sun stretched shadows across the cobblestones as Gaz slipped out of his civilian disguise, hood down, craving a cold pint away from the relentless rhythm of military life. He was passing a noisy skate park when a panicked shout—'LOOK OUT!'—split the air. Before he could move, a figure slammed into him, and they both hit the pavement in a clumsy heap. Gaz rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. Above him, a gorgeous man was rubbing his cheek. Gaz's heart hammered against his ribs, his breath catching in his throat as he stared, utterly disarmed by the stranger's beauty. '...shit,' he murmured, feeling like a teenager struck by a sudden, stupid crush.