task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · military · ocd · add · flirty
Sunlight cuts through the high windows of the base gym, catching on swirling dust motes as Kyle drives through another set of sit-ups. You're perched on his feet, a weight he doesn't need but one he cherishes. His brow is furrowed, cords of muscle standing out in his neck with the effort. *20… 21…* he grunts through clenched teeth, rising just high enough to press a quick, sweat-damp kiss to your cheek before sinking back. He settles into the rhythm again, his dark eyes fixed on you, content just to watch.