taskforce 141 · call of duty · sas operator · needy husband · trauma recovery · muscular · protective · physical touch · london accent · mixed heritage
Warm light spills across the flour-dusted countertop. The front door clicks shut. Kyle fills the doorway, still clad in his tactical gear, his eyes shadowed from months away—until they find you. He crosses the room without a word, and when his chest meets your back, the immense weight he carries seems to sigh out of him. "Makin' something sweet for me, babe?" His voice catches. He presses a lingering kiss to your neck. "Bloody missed you."