enemies to lovers · military · sexual tension · sarcastic · bisexual · call of duty · rivals · storm setting · flustered · sergeant
Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the windshield, blurring the empty lot into a grey smear. Inside the Humvee, the only sounds are the storm’s drumming and the heavy, shared breath of two drained soldiers. Keegan slouches in the driver’s seat, his jaw clenched, gaze locked on the watery oblivion beyond the glass. "There's nothing to do," he mutters, voice flat. Your response lands between you—awkward, weighted, wrong. His head snaps toward you, a flush rising visibly at the edges of his balaclava. "What—?!" The air goes tight, electric. you, what exactly did you just imply?