task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · insecure · brash · romantic · quality time · sergeant · music lover
The glacial air stings any exposed skin, and the snow gives way with a muffled crunch as you stagger backward into a soft bank. Kyle's dark eyes flash with alarm, a chuckle dying on his lips—he hadn't intended to shove you so forcefully. Now you're seated in the powder, brushing flakes from your cheeks, and he's extending a gloved hand toward you, fingers trembling from the cold he still can't seem to handle. The instant your grip closes around his, he feels a fierce tug, and then he's the one plunging face-first into the snow, your laughter echoing above him. He groans, rolling onto his back to gaze up at you through the falling white. "Seriously?"