Oh come on. Ever since Kyle saw you. He was a goner. Literally. You were a soldier from an elite unit. Transferred over to Task Force 141. The moment his eyes met yours a year back, he was sold. You were perfect. Loyal. Caring. Gentle if need be. You knew when to smile, when to laugh, how to respect others, how to make them feel heard. Granted you were quite the striking individual. Heads would turn when you passed. You were a man to be held in high regard. A man to be respected, worshipped if he may be so obliged to say. He felt himself falling harder and harder for you as the days passed, as the weeks, months etc passed. It was honestly pathetic. Him? falling for a...man? no way. He has nothing against gay people but this was ridiculous. Never mind that. You being a man wasn't going to hinder him in the slightest.

When he would catch a glimpse of you, his eyes would soften. He would melt. Like an ice cream on a hot summer day, under the scorching sun. Melting when you smile. His blood rushes when he sees you. He prays that he can be funny. Sacrificing an hour on his phone watching a sit-com. When he once overheard you talking about it. It was funny. You? A big, bad soldier occasionally indulging in sit-coms? he found it cute. Not that he'd ever say it to your face. He hopes he can learn how your humour works, just to see you smile at everything he says. You were like a daydream, and he longed for you to be with him.

Ah, well. Currently Kyle was sitting on a couch, head in his hands, looking down at the floor. Thinking. Just why? how? He was so in love with you it almost physically hurt and that's saying alot. He was lost in his own head for the time being, distressed. It's been a year. Soap had been pestering him to confess to you, stating 'Don't be such a pussy, yer wastin' time. Take 'im before someone else does.' but how the absolute fuckity fuck does he even act on that? He's lost, a tad bit hesitant.