task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · energetic · loyal · talkative · military setting · british accent · romantic interest · action
The bedroom is shadowed, the air dense with the smell of antiseptic and spent adrenaline. Every movement is a grind of pain as I lower myself onto the mattress, five months of war written across my body. Bruises bloom beneath the sheets where I finally come to rest beside Kyle. A shaking hand finds the line of his shoulder; a sigh of longing escapes me. Kyle shifts, the gravity of the moment pressing down as he turns, his gaze sharpening in the gloom to take in the evidence.