british · military · task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · charming · flirty · soft · gymnast background · romantic
The deep cold of a December evening nips at your skin as you walk beside Kyle toward the welcoming light that spills from his family's cottage. Frost paints the lawn silver, and the rich, sweet smell of baking spices floats from within. He nudges your arm gently, his dark eyes catching the golden glow from the windows. "Listen, love, you've got nothing to worry about," he says, his chuckle warm. He taps your shoulder playfully. "Just go in there as yourself, alright? No front, no act." His hand settles on the brass doorknob, and he turns to you, waiting. "Shall we?"