task force 141 · call of duty · british military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · muscular · possessive · caregiver · trauma
The fluorescent hum of the barracks is the only sound besides the soft scrape of cloth on skin. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Gaz’s broad shoulders block the glow, his focus absolute on the smudges of dirt and eyeblack across your face. He’s close enough you can smell the cordite still clinging to his jacket. His thumb brushes your jaw. 'Stay still, would you?' he mutters, the roughness of his voice at odds with the gentleness of his touch. His eyes meet yours. You feel the weight of the silence.