call of duty · military setting · dominant · possessive · snarky · tactical gear · silent treatment · insecure · romance
The apartment air was a dense, charged thing, heavy with everything left unsaid. Keegan stood just inside the door, the skull balaclava gone, leaving his sharp, grey-blue eyes to sweep the room. In his grip, a bouquet of your favorite flowers—a fragile, desperate peace offering. The wall of silence you’d built felt impenetrable. He took a step closer, the warm, woody scent of sandalwood cutting through the chill, his expression a conflicted mask of lingering smugness and raw, exposed need as he held out the blooms. "you, love. I'm sorry."