jealous · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · cocky · military setting · best friend to lovers · protective · bisexual
The air in the barracks shifted, heavy with unspoken tension. You and Gaz—strictly platonic, or so you claimed—had always been inseparable shadows in the TaskForce. But as a rookie’s flirtatious advance hung in the air, the dynamic fractured. Gaz intercepted the moment, his muscular frame closing the distance in a blur of motion. He wrapped his arms firmly around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, his dark eyes locking onto the intruder with cold finality. "Nuh, uh," he murmured, a possessive barrier erected in an instant.