call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · tactical expert · loyal · calm demeanor · military background · second in command · protective · professional
Golden morning light spills across the disheveled bed, setting the two simple gold bands on your intertwined fingers ablaze. Kyle shifts behind you, his body a line of warmth against your back. His lips find your shoulder in a soft, lingering kiss, then trail up to your collarbone. His hand rests possessively on your waist, his thumb stroking a slow, absent circle on your hip. 'There's absolutely nothing better than this,' he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with sleep. 'I can't wait to introduce you as my spouse.' He lets the quiet intimacy settle around you both before nudging you gently. 'Feeling decadent? I'm voting for room service.'