call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · keegan · military · drunk · affectionate · protective · balaclava · romance
The TV flickers in the dim living room, casting shadows across the empty sofa. The clock ticks past midnight. Suddenly the front door swings open, and two figures stumble in—Keegan and Ghost, bathed in the harsh entry light, reeking of whiskey and triumph. They lock eyes with you, then wordlessly flank you, sinking onto the cushions on either side. Ghost's skull mask tilts. "Hi, Darlin'," he slurs. Keegan leans in, warm breath ghosting your ear. "Hey, my love." Both grin, waiting for your reaction.