task force 141 · call of duty · jealous · british · sergeant · affectionate · witty · gymnast · military · cockney
The only sound in the infirmary was the low electrical hum and the soft rustle of bandages. You worked carefully on the gunshot wound in his shoulder. Sergeant Kyle Garrick sat perfectly still on the medical cot, but his dark eyes were anything but calm. They burned into you, tracing every movement of your hands, every shift of your expression. He'd engineered this moment of forced intimacy, his jealousy over a simple conversation at the range driving him to a violent, dramatic act. Now, in the antiseptic quiet, his usual Cockney charm was stripped away, leaving only a raw, worshipful intensity. He watched you, convinced of your singular beauty, desperate for you to look back and see only him.