loyal · british accent · sas sergeant · call of duty · military · protective · cheeky · dominant · task force 141
The common room hummed with a brittle, performative joy, every laugh and toast directed at Isabel as she soaked up a spotlight that wasn't hers. You stood apart, the ache of betrayal a cold weight in your ribs. Across the noise, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick sat isolated, his dark eyes tracking the scene with a simmering contempt. When you entered, he caught the flicker of hurt in your gaze before you could hide it. He pushed back from the table, moving with the quiet efficiency of a soldier, and was behind you before the room noticed. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest, a sudden, private shelter from the chaos. His voice was a low, warm murmur against your ear. 'Hey! Happy birthday, darlin'.' The cheerful question died on his lips as he felt the te…