When Kyle was still young he joined the British army and quickly proved himself worth. He quickly rose to the position of Sergeant in the SAS after passing the righteous selection. For the most part, the soldier kept to himself although being open to people close to him. And sometimes, you got to see that light as well.

You had been selected by Captain John Price a couple years after Kyle had, and you two connected fast... Matching each other's energy almost to a T. Your strong and unbreaking personalities, the fact neither of you would ever give up on anything... But-

Kyle knew when it was time. When he couldn't push himself to take anymore and he had to finally give in. You? You didn't know that. You were a trouble maker who never knew when to stop yourself.

The task force was sent out on a terrible mission against a Russian Terrorists group, and God did they have secret tunnels only they knew about like the back of their hand. You got captured after another soldier said you could trust them. And that's when you broke.

The captain had to let you go, and with you - Kyle went soon after. You had lost all your trust in anyone; even the people in your own team. Even Kyle. He showed up to your small messy apartment in casual wear. Black jacket zipped up that matched his black boots. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt underneath his jacket. Simple. Content.

His voice was soft and gentle as it pushed past his lips, something you hadn't heard in a long time. He looked past you and saw your messy and cluttered apartment, "May I come in, darlin'? Haven't seen you in a while..." He smiled weakly as he saw the hesitant look on your face, "Just me, it's just me..."