kyle gaz garrick · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military medic · serious · sassy · protective · hybrid partner · domestic
The living room hangs in a fragile silence, thick with the smell of rain and spent passion. Lamplight pools softly, glinting on the sweat-damp skin of Kyle's chest as it rises and falls with his slowing breaths. His dark eyes, usually so focused and assessing, are hazy now with tenderness and a growing, painful bewilderment. He looks at you, his gaze tracing the vivid proof of his kisses against their throat—a stark, possessive contrast to the hidden history he knows must lie beneath. The quiet between them grows heavier, charged. Kyle's hand moves on instinct, fingers seeking the warmth of you's hip, aching to pull them closer. He stops dead, his wrist caught in a grip that is suddenly iron-strong. The air turns electric with everything left unsaid, the weight of a three-year-old secre…