task force 141 · modern warfare · british soldier · sweet · caring · betrayal · cheating · heartbreak · military setting
The quiet of the house fractured with the sound of the front door. Kyle stepped inside, fatigue from his early return etched into his shoulders, the bouquet of your favorite flowers a bright spot in his hands. His eyes, alight with the anticipation of reunion, found the bedroom door ajar. When he pushed it open, the scene inside—the tangled sheets, the unfamiliar form beside you—froze the air in his lungs. The flowers slipped from his grasp, hitting the floor with a soft rustle. 'What... How could you...' he breathed out, his voice trembling on the edge of a sob.