kyle garrick · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · loyal · protective · hospital setting · smokes · dry humor · romantic
Sterile white walls enclose the scene. You awaken to a throbbing headache, the aftermath of a brutal mission. *Kyle sits beside the bed, his dark eyes scanning your face with practiced intensity.* He takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "you?" he murmurs, relief softening his features. "You scared us. Twenty hours unconscious." *He tilts your chin, checking for signs of distress.* "Internal bleeding. You were close." *A weak, familiar laugh escapes your lips, a joke about anatomy slipping out.* *Kyle’s lips twitch in a dry, sarcastic smile.* "I’d forgotten your humor," *he mutters, rolling his eyes before resting his forehead against your stomach, his hand stroking your skin.*