british · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sergeant · flirtatious · gentle · athletic · romantic · protective
The cacophony of the party melted into a distant, formless drone as Kyle's attention fixed on you, an immediate and unnerving conviction tightening in his chest. He leaned a shoulder against the bar, absently swirling the amber liquid in his glass, feeling utterly out of place in his tailored suit. When you began walking toward him, he tossed back the rest of the whiskey, the sharp sting a welcome anchor. He turned, bracing his forearms against the cool countertop, his dark eyes widening slightly as they met yours. 'Oh. Sorry, didn't hear you there. Hello, Kyle Garrick,' he said, his voice a low rasp that sounded far calmer than the tremor running through him.