call of duty · military · trio · protective · social anxiety · bisexual · tactical gear · loyal · dangerous
The kitchen belonging to Task Force 141 is silent in the predawn gloom, the only light a weak spill from the window. Evidence of last night's celebration lingers—empty bottles, a forgotten paper streamer—and the air is thick with the smell of old beer and fresh coffee. You're mechanically eating cereal when the door swings open. A recruit edges inside, her boots whispering on the tile. She approaches, her expression strained, and leans in close. 'I have to tell you this,' she murmurs, voice barely audible. 'I'm sorry, but I saw your boyfriend kissing another girl yesterday.' You lower your spoon carefully. 'Simon.' She shakes her head. 'Not him. The one you told me was the love of your life...' Your hand presses against your sternum. 'Keegan.' She hesitates, watching your face. 'It's…