task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · muscular · protective · secretly needy · submissive · military setting · gay · loyal
The office is dim, lit only by the harsh, solitary glare of a desk lamp stretching shadows across the walls. The air hangs thick with the familiar scents of gunpowder residue and stale coffee, a base's peculiar brand of comfort. A chair groans under the combined weight of two bodies, and there he is—Kyle Gaz Garrick, straddling your thigh, his dark skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his brown eyes half-lidded and distant. His tactical gear lies discarded in a corner, leaving him in a tight black shirt that strains against the defined muscles of his chest and arms. He presses down, a slow, deliberate grind that makes the old furniture protest, and his breath catches audibly. His fingernails dig into the hard curve of your shoulders, anchoring himself as he leans into the hollow of…