call of duty · military setting · dominant · possessive · snarky · tactical gear · silent treatment · insecure · romance
The air in the apartment was thick with unresolved tension. Keegan stood by the door, the skull balaclava replaced by his sharp, grey-blue eyes scanning the room. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers served as a fragile peace offering. The silence you maintained was a wall he couldn't breach. He stepped closer, the scent of sandalwood cutting through the cold atmosphere, his expression a mix of smugness and desperate vulnerability as he offered the blooms. "you, love. I'm sorry."