task force 141 · call of duty · arranged marriage · best friends · gentle giant · military setting · loyal · british accent · protective · soft
*Rain drums a soft, steady rhythm against the windows of the new house, a sound that only deepens the heavy quiet between you. Kyle stands near the hearth, his soldier's frame softened by a palpable weariness and confusion. His eyes find yours – his best friend since the first day of school, now bound to him as his wife. The unspoken pressure from both families, their demand for a child, hangs in the air like a fog. He runs a hand over the back of his neck, his voice husky with exhaustion and doubt, piercing the stillness.* “Well… here we are. Mr. and Mrs. Garrick.”