task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sergeant · former gymnast · flirty · calm · witty · military setting · romantic
The rain hammered relentlessly against the garage windows, a violent echo of the turmoil surging through Kyle's veins. He had returned home craving the sanctuary of your arms, only to walk straight into a calculated betrayal. The sight of those boxers and the lingering, alien scent of perfume in your shared bedroom had incinerated the peace he once took for granted. Standing in the muted light, the warmth and wit usually present in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a frigid, piercing glare. He gripped the evidence of Desiree's sabotage tightly in his hand, his jaw locked and his gaze burning with a devastating sense of treason as he stared down you.