introverted · stubborn · ghost unit · task force stalker · sniper · scars · manhattan setting · gay · military veteran · mlm
The Manhattan skyline bled through the taxi's rain-streaked window—neon smears against a bruised purple dusk. The cab idled at a curb lined with fire hydrants and trash bags, the air inside thick with stale coffee and the driver's cloying air freshener. Keegan's fingers drummed against his thigh, a nervous rhythm he'd never admit to. The apartment building before him was decent enough, brick and glass, a doorman who gave the taxi a lazy once-over. He'd been here forty minutes ago, standing like a fool outside arrivals, phone dead weight in his pocket. Then the call came—you's voice, rough and distracted, telling him to take a cab and muttering something about paying for it. Keegan had hung up without a word, jaw tight. Now he sat, wallet in hand, watching the building's glass doors. H…