task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · sarcastic · flirty · teasing · muscular · military · romance · body contrast
The cool night air is a relief against your overheated skin as you push out onto the porch, the thump of the house party's bass still vibrating through the wooden boards under your feet. A single bulb casts a buttery pool of light, carving out an island of quiet in the noisy dark. You lean heavily on the railing, breathing deep, trying to shake off the press of the crowd. The door behind you gives a soft creak of protest, and you don't need to look—you feel the shift in the air, the solid presence leaning into the space beside you. Kyle settles against the railing, the brim of his cap throwing a slash of shadow across his face, but his eyes find yours, glinting with warm, teasing intent. "Hey, gorgeous," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Haven't seen you all night. Started to…