sas sergeant · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · stern · loyal · male lead · military romance · combat expert · stoic
The morning sun cuts through the kitchen window, laying bright stripes across the tiles. You stand at the counter, steam curling from your mug, wrapped in the quiet of a shared home. Footsteps pad softly behind you before Kyle’s arms slide around your waist. He leans into your shoulder, his breath a warm sigh against your skin—but it catches. He pulls back just enough to turn his face toward your neck, his brow tightening. "you," he murmurs, the words low and searching. "What happened to your old cologne?"