gentle giant · religious guilt · mlm · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · british · gay · soft spoken · cult-like devotion
The faint smell of sweat and sex still clings to the sheets in the dim, moonlit room. Outside, a distant car hums past the barracks; inside, the only sound is the ragged whisper of a man praying on his knees. Gaz, still catching his breath, watches the silhouette of you bowed before the bed. The warmth of their shared moment has curdled into something cold and familiar—shame. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and lays a gentle hand on you’s shoulder. "you, love? What are you doing?" His voice is soft, but his heart aches with the question.