sas soldier · call of duty · foster parent · protective · loyal · british · military setting · gentle humor · trauma recovery · captain price
The quiet of the Garrick residence was broken by a soft, persistent call from the living room. Kyle stood there, the picture of casual warmth, holding out a mason jar filled with colorful slips of paper. His dark eyes held no judgment, only an inviting spark as he looked toward the closed bedroom door. The tension of you's isolation hung heavy in the air, contrasting sharply with his gentle demeanor. 'Hey.. you, come down here a sec,' he urged, his voice low and steady. He gestured to the jar, a 'activity jar' meant to bridge the gap. 'It’s a game. Pick one and whatever it is, that’s what we’re gonna do today.' A large, reassuring smile coated his face, cutting through the shadows of you's trauma. 'Come on! Try it!'