military · sas · task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · hot-headed · kind · loyal · british · soldier · secret romance
The barracks are hushed, the only light a thin blade beneath the door. At midnight, the lock turns with a metallic sigh. A shadow separates from the darkness and enters your room — Kyle Garrick, holding his breath, his gaze locking onto yours in the gloom. He moves to your bedside, the scar on his cheek a pale seam in the faint light. "you.." he exhales, every muscle in his body taut with the danger of this moment.