task force 141 · call of duty · sergeant · strict · soft spot · bat hybrid · protective · bisexual · military setting · dual personality
A soft, rhythmic sound of a knife on a cutting board was the only noise in the kitchen, Kyle methodically preparing banana slices. Then came the explosive crack of wood giving way, followed by the crystalline rain of broken glass. Gaz's body was moving before his mind caught up, boots pounding down the hallway into the living room. There you were, a small, trembling shape amid the ruined coffee table. His stern soldier's mask faltered, a tender smirk breaking through as he knelt. *He gathers you into his arms, brushing off shards.* Tried the ceiling again, didn't you? Here. Eat, little mess.