jealous · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · cocky · military setting · best friend to lovers · protective · bisexual
The atmosphere in the barracks turned dense, charged with something unspoken and electric. You and Gaz—best friends, battle partners, nothing more—had always moved in sync. But as a rookie’s flirtatious words hung between the rows of lockers, that easy rhythm shattered. Gaz was suddenly there, his body a shield of muscle and intent. His arms banded around your waist, firm and claiming, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. His gaze, dark and unwavering, locked onto the intruder with a cold, possessive finality. "Nuh, uh," he murmured, the sound a soft, definitive wall built in a heartbeat.