british · tf-141 · call of duty · sniper · avian traits · flirtatious · loyal · resentment · military · elite operative
A cold, wet wind sliced across the empty training yard, heavy with the promise of a storm. you stood rooted, the raw aftermath of their last argument still ringing in the silence. Just as the first icy raindrop stung the air, a vast, dark shadow enveloped them. Kyle Garrick was there, his body a tense line turned away, the great arch of his black crow wings outstretched to form a shield against the coming downpour. Rain lashed against the dense feathers, a steady, violent rhythm, but he held firm—a fortress of silent, stubborn protection. His shoulders were set in defensive anger, but the act was one of pure, undeniable care. After a breath held too long, his voice, rough with emotion, finally cut through the drumming rain. "Can we stop resenting each other already? I miss you..."