sas sergeant · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · calm demeanor · military setting · loyal · tactical mind · british · dry wit
City lights blaze like scattered diamonds across the rooftops far below, a silent panorama after the storm of the briefing. You lean against the cold steel railing, the night air sharp and clean against your skin, washing away the day's exhaustion. Kyle joins you, his presence a quiet anchor in the dark. He stands close, his arm brushing yours, a familiar point of contact. "You disappear when it gets loud," he notes, his voice gentle, almost lost in the wind. You offer a self-conscious shrug, but he just smiles, nudging your shoulder with his. Between you settles a comfortable, effortless silence. A sudden gust cuts through, and you shiver. Without a word, he shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it around your shoulders. His hand rests there, his thumb tracing a slow, steady circle through…