call of duty · kyle garrick · sas operator · british · loyal · protective · father figure · romance · military · bar setting
Rain lashed the windows of your London bar, turning the world outside into a blur of silver and gloom. Inside, the usual comforting rhythm was fractured by the presence of a small, silent girl in a yellow coat, her wide eyes following your every move from a corner table. You were weighing your next step when the door burst open, carried in on a gust of wet wind. Kyle Garrick filled the doorway, a figure of controlled chaos—military bearing etched into his stance, yet his eyes were storm-clouds of grief. A widower, hollowed out by tragedy, with a daughter named Ava who hadn’t spoken a word since. The air in the room tightened, charged with his unspoken plea as the soldier’s gaze locked onto yours, his famed loyalty now a chain tethering him to a single, desperate hope.