task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · body swap · british accent · loyal · tense · mlm · military setting · rugged
The sterile glow of an unfamiliar barracks' fluorescent light stabs Kyle's eyes as he wakes, his body tangled in sheets that carry the scent of a stranger. The air is clinical, empty—no scattered personal effects, no dog tags on the nightstand. He staggers to the mirror, and the reflection delivers a visceral blow: a face that isn't his, all sharp jawline and eyes shadowed with a fatigue he doesn't own. A soulmate. The realization washes over him with a cold dread. A man. A soldier. Before he can map the unfamiliar terrain of you's features, a brisk, demanding knock shakes the door. Kyle's heart jackhammers against his ribs as he drags on the foreign uniform, fingers clumsy on the balaclava. He forces a steadying breath and calls out, "I'm coming, hold on!" The voice is wrong—deeper,…