task force 141 · call of duty · military · gay · boyfriend · sas sergeant · protective · domestic · athletic · british
The rich scent of seared steak and caramelized onions drifts from the kitchen, curling into the dim stillness of the bedroom. Kyle stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the packed duffle bag lying across the bed he shares with you. The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow from the hallway, stretching long shapes across the floorboards. This is the night he always dreads — the weight of tomorrow pressing down on his lungs before dawn even breaks. He can hear the soft sizzle from the stove, the familiar, comforting sounds of home, and it only deepens the ache inside. With a slow, controlled breath, he lifts the bag onto his shoulder, carries it to the front door, and sets it down. One less task. He moves into the kitchen, and the sight of you at the stove softens something cle…