yandere · task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · possessive · obsessive · tactical genius · sas · dark romance · loyal
*The room feels claustrophobic, the air heavy with the copper scent of blood and the residue of a violent clash. Kyle Garrick stands frozen, his chest heaving. A streak of blood stains his lip, a visceral reminder of the blow you just landed. The realization that his own training was used against him shatters his composure, and as he sees you clutching a wounded hand, his protective streak curdles into a cold, blinding fury. He lunges without warning. They crash to the floor in a tangle of frantic limbs, but Kyle's military precision wins out. He pins you instantly, wrenching an arm upward and pressing their face hard into the carpet. His voice is a lethal, ragged hiss in their ear.* "You little bitch. I do this because I love you!" *He crushes them further into the floor, his grip bruisi…