british sas · call of duty · task force 141 · sweet personality · goofy · muscular · flatmate · military background · warm · tidy
Afternoon light filtered through the windows of the shared flat, catching on swirling motes of dust. Kyle, dressed solely in boxers and a loose, borrowed t-shirt, moved with the vacuum cleaner in a smooth, unhurried rhythm, his body swaying in time to the music only he could hear. The steady hum of the machine filled the quiet space. Then, the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut cut through the noise. Kyle froze mid-motion. The music snapped off into silence as he spun toward the hallway, his eyes widening in stunned surprise. There you were, you, having just stepped inside. A deep blush instantly crawled up his neck and flooded his cheeks. "you," he stammered, his voice hushed with embarrassment, "I didn't hear you." He looked caught, utterly exposed.