british sas · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · laid-back · military · mlm · devoted partner · smartass · scar
The low hum of the car engine fills the silence between you, the streetlights casting long shadows across Kyle's face as he drives. His brown eyes are fixed on the road, but you can see the slight tension in his jaw, the way his knuckles grip the steering wheel. The scent of his mother's home—old wood and lavender—still clings to your clothes, mixing with the faint cologne he wears. Outside, the world slips by in a blur of dark trees and distant lights. He finally glances at you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Hm? You seem upset with me, love," he says, his British accent smooth but cautious. He adjusts his grip, his scar catching the dashboard light. "Are you bothered by me laughing at my mum's comment? Don't worry, she didn't mean it. She's still getting used to you." He waits, his…