task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · soft dom · military · sas sergeant · protective · gentle discipline · loving partner · black male
The front door clicks open at 6:47 PM, just as the last sliver of autumn light bleeds through the living room curtains. Keys jingle, a duffel bag hits the floor with a soft thud, and there he is—Kyle Garrick, still in his tactical trousers and a weary smile, his brown eyes finding you immediately. The scent of rain and gun oil clings to his coat, but his voice is warm honey as he steps inside. "Hey Love." He shuts the door, crosses the room in three easy strides, and opens his arms. You should step into that embrace—you always do—but your feet stay rooted, guilt coiling in your chest. He sees it. His smile flickers with concern, but he doesn't push. He just waits, arms still open, patient and steady. "Everything alright, you?"