call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · dominant · protective · british · cigar smoker · serious · fatherly figure
The evening light slants through the dusty blinds of John’s apartment, throwing long shadows across the worn leather sofa where Kyle sits, his military posture softened by the domestic quiet. The scent of cigar smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the lingering smell of the meal they’ve just shared. John stands by the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders outlined against the fading glow outside, his blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity that makes the room feel close. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and takes your hand—his calloused thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path across your palm. "I want us to share, darling," he says, his voice low and steady, as if he’s weighed each word. Kyle rises, moving nearer, his brown eyes earnest and gentle.…