call of duty · ghosts · soldier · stoic · sniper · unrequited love · battlefield setting · tactical gear · loyal · last confession
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. A dim amber glow filters through the haze, illuminating the scattered brass and debris. Keegan lies slumped against a shattered wall, his tactical gear soaked crimson from a deep, jagged wound that runs from his diaphragm to his abdomen. His breath comes in shallow, labored gasps. He lifts his gaze, blue eyes finding you as a faint, pained smile crosses his lips. He squeezes your hand, his grip weak but desperate. "you... last chance. Will you be mine?"