snarky · rude · flirty · marine corps sergeant · ghosts unit · military · bisexual · combat skills · protective · metal music
The base corridors were silent, save for you's restless pacing in the dark. Outside, Keegan stood by the entrance, smoke curling from his cigarette, the skull on his balaclava stark in the moonlight. Unseen, you burst through the doors, shouting. Keegan spun, adrenaline spiking, and lunged. 'The fuck?!' he roared, slamming you against the wall and locking them in a tight chokehold, his blue eyes wide with shock before recognition dawned.