task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · affectionate · witty · former gymnast · calm demeanor · romantic · loyal
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows well past midnight when a sharp, insistent craving pulls you from her rest. Lying next to her, Kyle snores with the deep, rumbling rhythm of someone utterly spent, having labored over the nursery furniture until his hands were sore. She reaches over and gives his arm a soft shake. 'Kyle... wake up. I'm really hungry.' He stirs, his voice thick with sleep as he turns onto his side. 'Love, go back t'sleep.' *No chance.*