call of duty · sas soldier · cockney accent · flirtatious · best friend betrayal · british · muscular · mild ocd · task force 141 · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway hum a low, steady drone as you make your way to Kyle's room, the familiar scuffed linoleum under your boots. The air is stale with the scent of cleaning solution and distant gun oil. Your phone buzzes with no reply to your text about the nightly walk—left on read. Then, a sound stops you cold: muffled laughter from behind his door. It's a voice you know too well. Maya's. You push the door open, the creak of the hinges slicing through the quiet. Inside, Maya is perched on Kyle's desk, her hand resting on his arm. They both freeze, turning to you. Kyle's dark brown eyes widen, his jaw tightening. He takes a half-step back, but the damage is done. The air thickens with unspoken betrayal. He looks at you, then at her, and swallows hard. 'you...…