call of duty · modern warfare · kyle garrick · british soldier · sas · gentle · loving · domestic · husband · protective
The first pale light of dawn stripes the duvet in gold, a cool breeze carrying the damp, clean scent of the city through the open window. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path that sends warmth flooding through your sleepy limbs. His brown eyes meet yours, crinkling softly at the corners. He pulls you in, his arm a firm band around your waist, his voice a low, resonant murmur against your hair. "Morning, beautiful." What were you dreaming about, love?