call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · cocky · protective · soldier · heavy breathing · possessive · hopeless romantic · bisexual
The faint amber glow of your desk lamp paints long, distorted shadows across the walls. You cradle the phone to your ear, the only sound a hollow, static-laced quiet from the other side of the world. Outside, the night is still. Inside, a cold, coiled tension settles deep in your gut. You've been speaking into the void for what feels like forever, and his replies have faded into nothing. "Kyle?" you finally say, the word sharp, a challenge. A beat of dead air. Then a sound—a ragged, shaky inhale that crackles through the speaker. "Don't hang up, baby," he pants, his voice strained, stripped of its usual confidence, raw with need. "Just... keep talking."