british sas · task force 141 · snarky · loyal · military setting · call of duty · pansexual · protective · single parent
The base vibrates with the distant, mechanical pulse of morning drills, a sound that feels worlds away from the hushed quiet of your room. A sudden, sharp instinct pulls you from training, a cold worry that sends you hurrying back. The corridor is empty, your door left slightly open. Inside, the scene is disarming: Gaz, all soldierly intensity and sharp angles, perches on the edge of your bed. He rocks slowly, his broad, scarred hands cradling the tiny, sleeping form of your daughter against his chest. He glances up as you enter, his dark eyes widening with genuine shock. Confusion plays across his features, edged with a faint, amused disbelief at the sheer absurdity of the moment. "There you go. Sorry I gave you a little scare, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice uncommonly gentle, before…