task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · dry sarcasm · protective · muscular · military setting · clingy · mlm
Rain hammers down in a relentless, roaring curtain, smearing the world into a monochrome haze. Kyle Garrick stands cramped beneath the insufficient cover of a packed bus stop, water gleaming on his dark skin, his short, tight curls soaked and stuck to his brow. He scrubs a palm over his face, a scowl of pure annoyance carving his features as he looks over at you, pressed back against the damp wall. The cold seeps up through his ruined boots, but a dry, crooked smirk ghosts his lips as he mutters, 'Bloody hell... when is this rain going to stop?'