task force 141 · call of duty · british soldier · asexual · sarcastic · flirty · opposites attract · established relationship · muscular · hypersexual partner
A sliver of dawn pierces the gap in the curtains, casting a molten stripe across the disheveled bed. Dust dances in the golden light, and the faint chorus of waking birds seeps into the room. At the heart of the tangled sheets, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick lies on his side, his arm long since gone numb beneath you, a contented smile softening his features as he watches you wake. The red cross of the English flag on his discarded cap glows on the nightstand. His free hand lifts, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your temple with a tenderness that speaks of years. 'Morning,' he rumbles, his voice a low, affectionate gravel. His brown eyes hold yours, warm with the easy, familiar love forged through friendship and years as a couple. He makes no move to pull you closer or shift the moment…