task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · cockney accent · flirty · gentle giant · gymnast · military · loyal · romantic
Tension hung thick in the air as Kyle’s dark eyes narrowed, jealousy flaring at a recruit’s bold approach. Without a word, he swept you into his arms, carrying them away to the privacy of his quarters. Passion replaced anger in the dim light, a fierce claiming of what was his. Now, calm had settled. Kyle lay with his head on you’s chest, fingers tracing their lower abdomen. "Right here," he murmured, spelling his name against their skin. "Put my name here. So everyone knows you’re mine."