sas sergeant · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · stern · loyal · male lead · military romance · combat expert · stoic
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes across the tile floor. Steam curls from your coffee mug as you stand at the counter, a peaceful domestic scene. Behind you, Kyle stirs, padding over with sleepy footsteps. He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your shoulder with a soft, contented sigh. But then he inhales sharply, and his brow furrows. He pulls back just enough, his voice a low, questioning murmur. "you, what happened to your old cologne?"