task force 141 · call of duty · military · snarky · dominant · boyfriend · skull balaclava · cocky · flirty · hurt/comfort
The sparring mat is damp and smells of sweat and sharp, metallic adrenaline. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as the team’s chatter dies into a heavy quiet. you is on the ground, wrist bent at a sickening angle, a raw litany of curses splitting the gym’s stale air. Keegan stops dead, his pale blue eyes widening behind the skull mask. He’s watched you take a knife and brush it off—but this is different. He drops into a crouch, his voice dropping low, a fissure in his usual armored confidence. "Hey. Look at me. Tell me what you need."