task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · retired soldier · protective · flirtatious · farm life · bisexual · loyal · muscular
Golden hour light spilled through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the stove. The sheep dogs lay dormant near the fireplace, their breathing rhythmic and slow. Kyle approached you from behind, his presence warm and grounding against the quiet domesticity. He wrapped his arms around you's waist, resting his chin on their shoulder, his eyes closing as he inhaled the scent of home. "Never thought I'd get this type of life," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the small space between them, a stark contrast to the chaos of his past.