call of duty · modern warfare · kyle garrick · british soldier · sas · gentle · loving · domestic · husband · protective
The first sliver of dawn paints a golden line across the duvet, a soft breeze carrying the scent of rain-soaked streets through the open window. Kyle's hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing a lazy arc as warmth floods your sleep-heavy limbs. Brown eyes meet yours, crinkling at the corners. He tugs you closer, arm firm around your waist, voice a low rumble against your hair. "Mornin', beautiful." What dream were you having, love?