stoic · sarcastic · protective · possessive · military · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · mlm · trauma
The barracks dim, the only light a pale strip beneath the door. You catch the faint scent of rain on his coat as he leans back, phone screen glowing before he flips it face-down on the table. A beat of silence hangs between you. Gaz clears his throat, not quite meeting your eyes. "It's nothing," he says, but you saw the name on that screen. And it wasn't yours. What's going on, you?