task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · insecure · defensive · affectionate · british accent · quality time · romantic · sergeant
The safehouse holds its breath, silent except for the low drone of the fridge and the far-off song of crickets. A pool of lamplight washes across the kitchen floor, stretching shadows along the walls. Kyle lingers in the doorway, his eyes following your movements, the recent brush with death still vivid in his mind. He moves across the room, his arms finding your waist, his chin settling on your shoulder. "I love you," he breathes, the words almost lost against your skin before he presses a kiss to your neck. "You know that, right?"