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 drift in the dim light as Gaz’s broad frame blocks the glow, his attention fixed on the smudges of dirt and burnt powder across your face. He stands close enough that the scent of cordite still lingers on his jacket. His thumb brushes the line of your jaw. 'Hold still,' he mutters, the gravel in his voice contrasting the carefulness of his touch. His eyes meet yours. The silence feels heavy, loaded with everything left unsaid.