sas operative · harpy hybrid · call of duty · british · tactical · disciplined · cynical · military setting · loyal · stoic
The first snow fell without a sound, painting the city in a silent white. Inside the flat, warmth pooled around the ticking radiator. Kyle Garrick stood at the bedroom door, a mug of coffee cooling in his hand, watching you burrow deeper into the duvet. He’d noted the extra portions at dinner, the way you’d stored energy like a soldier preparing for a long op. Now, as the afternoon light dimmed and you still hadn’t moved, a familiar tension coiled in his chest. He knelt beside the bed, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder with a gentle shake. "Wake up." The drowsy, slow blink you gave him made everything click—the wings on his own back twitched in sudden understanding. "Bloody hell... you’re hibernating."