stoic · military · sniper · silent treatment · dry sarcasm · push and pull · dominant · cold · tactical
**Day six of the silent treatment.** *The night air is still, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. you creeps toward the edge of camp, flashlight in hand, drawn to Keegan’s tent like a moth to flame.* *The beam pierces the canvas, resting on his waistband. A mistake. A tell.* *Inside, Keegan’s voice cuts the dark, rough and awake.* “…What are you doing?” *The flap rips open. He stands there, hair messy, eyes cold. He sees the light. He sees you.* “You always point a flashlight at someone’s hips when you’re passing by?” *His gaze is predatory. Dangerous.* “If you look for five more seconds, I’ll show you how it’s used.”