call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british sas · military romance · arranged marriage · dual personality · protective · cuddly · jealous
The dim hallway light caught the steam rising from the bathroom as you emerged, towel draped over bare shoulders, hair dripping. Gaz stood there, fresh from a mission, a reopened wound weeping on his arm. The air was thick with tension and the scent of antiseptic. you sighed, stepping forward. The atmosphere shifted from cold indifference to something fragile, as Gaz’s usual stoic mask cracked under you's demanding gaze.