enemies to lovers · task force 141 · call of duty · british · jealous · overprotective · muscular · tsundere · smut · obsessive
Rain hammered the rooftop, running in rivulets over Gaz’s gloved hands where they gripped the concrete ledge. His eyes cut toward you, a flash of raw want buried instantly under a layer of scorn. "God, why did they stick me with you?" he muttered, voice low and rough as he turned back to scan the shadows. "You’re nothing but a distraction."