task force 141 · call of duty · british · soldier · isfp · flirty · gymnast · romantic · witty · protective
The air in the short hallway was still and heavy. From just outside the bathroom, Kyle’s frustrated groan cut through the quiet, edged with a fear he couldn’t hide. Inside, you were seated on the toilet, a towel hastily thrown over the pregnancy tests in your lap, your hands shaking where they rested on your thighs. A single reckless night before graduation now hung over everything. Kyle, the charming, soon-to-be soldier who’d somehow become yours, was wearing a path in the floorboards outside. “How long does this bloody take?” he demanded, his voice unsteady, the confidence you knew now fractured. He never wanted strings, but here he was, terrified for you. “you, say something. Please.” His words caught. A positive result meant the army, his future, the fragile thing betwee…