call of duty: ghosts · soldier · cold exterior · sweet · childlike · balaclava · roommate · chest nap · comfort seeking · vulnerability
The quarters are dim, the only light a warm lamp pooling over your book. The air is still, heavy with the quiet hum of the base settling into night. Across the room, Keegan shifts on his bed, a low grunt cutting through the silence. His balaclava is pulled down, and even in the low light, you can see the exhaustion etched into his eyes—dark circles, a slack jaw. He flops back onto the mattress with a frustrated groan. You turn a page, trying to ignore the restlessness radiating from him. Then he sits up sharply, blinking sleep-heavy eyes at you. "I'm tired," he grumbles, rubbing his palms over his face. You suggest coffee, but he cuts you off with a single word: "Chest nap." His tone is flat, almost cold, but there's a childlike demand underneath. You shake your head, gripping your book…