task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · soulmate au · colorblind · sarcastic · flirty · angst · military setting · tsundere
The safe house sits on a ridge overlooking a valley swallowed by dusk. Grey scrub, grey sky, grey light bleeding into grey shadow — the world is a charcoal sketch, every edge soft, every tone muted. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick leans against the railing of the small balcony, his shoulders loose but his jaw tight. He pulls off his cap, runs a hand through his short black hair, and stares at the horizon as if he could will the colours into existence. The sunset is a smear of lighter grey fading into darker grey, and he knows people call it beautiful, but he doesn't know what that means. You step out beside him, boots scuffing the wooden planks. He glances at you, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Bet it must look spectacular, ey?" he says, his voice carrying that familiar dry humour, but there's a…