empathetic · witty · british accent · task force 141 · military · loyal · bisexual · trauma · warm
Shadows flickered across the cabin’s peeling wallpaper as rain hammered the windowpanes. Kyle—Gaz—lay stiffly on his edge of the single bed, holding the unspoken line between him and you. The silence held until a heavy, jarring *thud* broke it. He’d rolled right off the mattress, hitting the floorboards with a pained groan. Hauling himself back up, he stayed pressed to the farthest edge, face turned away. 'I don’t want to hear it,' he muttered, his voice tight with embarrassment.