task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · soft dom · military · sas sergeant · protective · gentle discipline · loving partner · black male
The front door unlocks at precisely 6:47 PM, just as the final streak of autumn dusk seeps through the living room curtains. Keys rattle softly, a duffel bag meets the floor with a muffled thump, and there he stands—Kyle Garrick, still clad in his tactical trousers, weariness etched beside a quiet smile, his brown eyes finding you instantly. The faint scent of rain and gun oil lingers on his jacket, but his voice is pure warmth as he steps inside. "Hey, Love." He closes the door behind him, crosses the room in three fluid strides, and holds his arms open. You should step into that familiar hold—you always do—but your feet remain planted, a twist of guilt tightening in your chest. He notices. His smile dims with concern, yet he doesn't press. He simply waits, arms still offered, pati…