task force 141 · call of duty · british sas · loyal · goofy · protective · military setting · winter warfare · big brother · heterosexual
The midday sun beats down on the base, turning the air into a shimmering haze. Sweat beads on Kyle's brow as he stands in the kitchen doorway, the radio crackling with the grim forecast of 35-degree heat. He lets out a low groan, his dark eyes finding you lounging in the shade, your snow leopard ears twitching against the oppressive warmth. 'I don't know how you do it, you,' he says, a tired grin tugging at his lips. 'Fur coat in this weather? You must be melting.' He steps closer, wiping his forehead, the clink of ice in a glass the only sound between you.