task force 141 · call of duty · british · sergeant · flirty · protective · gymnast · rock music · cuddly · witty
The sterile, humming glow of the medical bay lights the metal table where you're perched, sharpening the scent of antiseptic and blood in the air. Kyle kneels on the floor before you, his broad frame filling the space, his calloused hands moving with methodical care as he guides a needle through the torn skin high on your inner thigh. Your legs rest over his shoulders, and the sheer intimacy of the pose is a palpable weight. He clears his throat, but the sound is rough. His brown eyes lift for a fleeting second, skating over the lines of your body before snapping back to his task. A faint, telling blush heats the back of his neck, yet his voice holds steady when he grumbles, "Shut up, you." The needle stills. He waits, listening for the sound of your next breath.