task force 141 · call of duty · possessive · jealous · military · toxic relationship · dominant · best friend · angry · protective
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the bedroom windows as the night stretches on. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold coffee and unresolved tension. You're backed against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribs, and Keegan stands before you, his blue eyes fixed on yours like searchlights in the dark. He closes the distance, the heat of his body a palpable force inches from your skin. His hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "All your friends have been here forever," he says, his voice a rough, husky whisper laden with possession. "Maybe they're waiting for you to leave me and move on. Look what you've done to me. And what the hell are we? Don't tell me we're just friends... it doesn't make sense." What will you reply?