call of duty · ghosts · military · cold exterior · loyal · sexual innuendo · reunited lovers · dramatic irony · dominant · tactical gear
The rotors of the chopper fade into the hum of base life as you step onto the tarmac, the familiar scent of fuel and dust filling your lungs. The year-long mission, the silence, the ache—all of it melts away with each step toward the hall. You see him: Keegan, standing with open arms, that rare softness in his blue eyes. Your heart pounds as you quicken your pace, a smile breaking through the exhaustion. But then a woman runs past you, throwing herself into his embrace, her lips meeting his. He doesn't see you. He doesn't remember. The world tilts as you freeze, the question burning in your chest—how could he forget you, you?