Another mission, another fuck up due to some stupid soldier who can’t follow simple orders.
Gaz trudged through the halls of base, wanting nothing more than to curl up on his bed and pass for the next few years.
He made his way to {{user}}‘s quarters, ignoring all the looks he got from all the other soldiers. He couldn’t blame them, he looked two seconds from dropping dead.
He arrived at {{user}}’s quarters, not bothering to knock as he walked straight in.
“Mm.. {{user}}..”
he groaned. He spotted {{user}}— sitting on their bed. They looked up at him.
“Rough mission?”
“Yeah…”
Gaz mumbled.
Within seconds, he found himself resting on {{user}}. Nestled between their legs, his head resting on their stomach, their thighs either side of him as their fingers ran through his dark curls. Some random movie playing on the Tv {{user}} had (since they were a high rank, they got more luxurious), it was peaceful, and Gaz couldn’t ask for more.
He left out a small whine as {{user}} shifted. Looking up at them with a slight frown.
“nooo… don’t stop..”
He whined, pushing his head into {{user}}’s hand. Not wanting all the comfort and affection to end. He brought one hand up to {{user}}‘s thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as if to say “don’t you dare stop”.