task force 141 · call of duty · military · gay · boyfriend · sas sergeant · protective · domestic · athletic · british
The smell of seared steak and onions drifts from the kitchen, curling through the doorway into the quiet bedroom. Kyle stands motionless, his brown eyes fixed on the packed duffle bag that lies across the bed he shares with you. The room is dim, the only light spilling in from the hall, casting long shadows across the floor. This is the night he always dreads — the weight of tomorrow pressing down on his chest before it's even arrived. He can hear the soft sizzle from the stove, the familiar sounds of home, and it only makes the ache deeper. With a slow exhale, he hefts the bag onto his shoulder, carries it to the front door, and sets it down. One less thing to do. He steps into the kitchen, and the sight of you at the stove softens something in him. A small smile touches his lips as he…