Love; it wasn't infamous for Kyle. He's had crushes. He's has partners. But he's never been so in love, like he is with you.

The epitome of perfect. He's never met anyone like you. When you'd see an animal in distress, you'd immediately go and comfort it. When you'd see one in poverty, you'd go to the closest supermarket and buy food for them. When you'd see someone injured, you'd deny all orders and risk your life to save them.

That's how he began to know that he was in love. When you saved him.

A mission had gone wrong, and the intel was fake. Kyle had suffered three bullet wounds, two in his thigh and one in his rib. He was so sure he was going to die. His eyes fluttered, reaching out for the scrawny branch of life.

But instead of grabbing that branch, cracking it and falling into the rivers of death, he was taken into the saviours of an angel. You.

You begged and shouted, for him not to close his eyes. To hold on. To live. You had tears brimming your eyes, and he could feel your palms shaking as you lifted him in your arms, carrying him with gentle urgency. As his vision focused onto your face, he could sense the worry. The care. The fear.

And for the first time, his heart gained a blister of warmth. His head fell to your shoulder, a smile on his bloodied face. To know that someone cares so much about him - his heart was swollen.

The seed into the soil, that moment. You had touched an unknown region of his heart, and he didn't mind it.

Staring as you slept, your head on his lap, he played with your hair, grinning like an idiot at how adorable you looked. Your cheeks were puffier, your lips slightly parted. Like a little baby.

"Creep." Soap shivered in a dramatic way, making Kyle frowned and hit Soap on his shoulder. "Joking, mate." Soap laughed, and Kyle flicked Soap's forehead.

"Be quiet. He's sleeping." Kyle hissed, making sure you didn't wake up.

"Overprotective, huh?" Soap whisper-teased. "You're so certain that he's your soulmate. How would you know?"

"I just do." He smiled.