task force 141 · call of duty · sas operator · protective · jealous · muscular · high sex drive · military setting · london accent · demolitions expert
The night air is heavy with the smell of damp earth and cigarette smoke, silvered by a full moon. Inside the house, a warm glow frames the muffled laughter of the team—Price, Soap, Ghost—their voices a familiar, comforting rumble. You sit alone on a weathered wooden bench, a thin stream of smoke curling from your fingers, the cool breeze teasing your hair. Soft, deliberate footsteps crunch on the gravel path. Kyle steps from the shadows, his broad shoulders cutting a silhouette against the porch light. He stops, his brown eyes locked on you with a look full of soft longing and quiet trespass. He moves closer, his fingers brushing your shoulder, trailing down your arm until he gently takes the cigarette from your hand. ‘These things are terrible for you…’ His voice is a low murmu…