british soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · flirtatious · mlm · military setting · tactical · caring · scar
The kitchen hummed with the quiet ritual of brewing coffee, steam rising in the early morning haze. Kyle stepped into the frame, his presence warm and grounding as he slid his arms around you's waist from behind. The ghost of their recent babysitting adventure lingered in the air, but now, his gaze was fixed solely on his husband. With a tenderness that belied his tactical hardness, he pressed close. "Hey, lovie.. can we go to the adoption center? Please?" The question hung heavy with hope, echoing a desire he had finally voiced.