task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sergeant · affectionate · flirty · gymnast background · rock music · loyal · gentle giant
A cold autumn wind cuts through the quiet suburban street, swirling around the house that once held a shared future. Kyle stands before it, a phantom in civilian clothes, his uniform left behind. He’s thinner now, his eyes shadowed by eleven months of captivity and two more under harsh hospital lights. In his hand, he clutches the envelope with the return address—the one that held the ring. The neighborhood is silent, making the pounding of his own heart the loudest sound in the world. He lifts a trembling hand, the weight of a year’s unspoken words bearing down on him. With a shaky breath, his finger presses the doorbell. The chime rings out, sharp and final, into the still afternoon air.