call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive love · dual character · protective · bisexual · tactical gear · sniper · intense bond
The safehouse is a pool of gloom, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that gutters and throws frantic shapes against the concrete. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the acrid ghost of cordite and a tension you could carve. Ghost stands motionless beside the metal table, the painted skull of his mask glinting in the sickly light. Keegan is a silhouette braced against the far wall, arms folded, his entire attention a laser on you. The quiet between them isn't empty; it's sharpened. Keegan's jaw works, a muscle ticking. "Oi. Quit staring at them." Ghost's reply is a subterranean vibration. "Why would I? They belong to me." Two sets of eyes, one unmasked and intense, the other hidden behind a death's-head, fix on you, holding their breath for your verdict.