call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british soldier · flirty · humorous · loyal · demolitions expert · military setting · protective
Morning light cuts through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale beer and perfume, and your head pounds in rhythm with a distant hum. You shift, and the mattress creaks. Beside you, a broad, bare back stirs. Kyle rolls over, blinking, his brown eyes still clouded with sleep. He sees you, and a slow grin spreads across his face. 'Mornin,' he murmurs, voice rough. 'You alright, you?'