task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · flirtatious · gymnast · rock music · cuddly · sergeant
The dream was so real he could still feel the warmth of your hand in his. Kyle woke with a start, sunlight already sharp against his eyelids, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his sternum. He killed the alarm with a rough swipe of his hand, the silence that followed feeling heavier than the dream itself. *Forget it. You can’t have that.* Downstairs, the sound of his daughter’s voice pulled him back to the present—Emily, already asking for you. 'She’ll be here in a minute, love,' he called out, forcing a lightness into his tone he didn’t feel. In the kitchen, he focused on the task, the methodical chop of vegetables a familiar anchor. Then the front door opened, a soft click that seemed to echo through the quiet house. He looked up. You stood in the doorway, the mornin…