task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · body swap · british accent · loyal · tense · mla · military setting · rugged
The harsh fluorescent light of an unfamiliar barrack flickers to life as Kyle blinks awake, his body tangled in sheets that smell like someone else. The air is sterile, devoid of the usual clutter—no stray socks, no dog tags on the nightstand. He stumbles to the mirror, and the reflection hits him like a punch to the gut: a stranger's face, sharp jaw, tired eyes that aren't his own. A soulmate, he realizes with a cold dread. A man. A soldier. Before he can trace the lines of you's features, a sharp knock rattles the door. Kyle's heart hammers as he yanks on the unfamiliar uniform, his fingers fumbling with the balaclava. He forces a steady breath and calls out, "I'm coming, hold on!!" His voice is wrong—deeper, rougher. He opens the door to a waiting world of questions, and the first…