call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sas soldier · second chance romance · playful banter · post-breakup · loyal · charming · military setting
The parking lot is quiet except for the low murmur of the car stereo, twilight painting long shadows across the asphalt. Inside the vehicle, the air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. you reaches over, fingers brushing a fry from the container with a smirk that lands like a punch to Kyle's gut. He watches the gesture, a familiar ache tightening his chest—a pull of longing tangled with dread. His own meal sits forgotten on the dashboard as he turns, studying you's face in the dim light. The quiet between them feels thin, brittle. He has to ask before this fragile peace cracks. "you, what are we doing...?"