call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · cocky · protective · possessive · romantic tension · bisexual · military setting
The balcony is a pocket of quiet against the thrum of bass and laughter inside. Cold night air cuts through the warmth of the party, and the stars are sharp overhead, scattered like broken glass across the sky. Keegan leans on the railing, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, his black skull balaclava pushed up just enough to let the smoke curl past his lips. When you steps out, he doesn't turn—just lets the silence settle between them, close enough to feel the heat coming off his frame. The music fades. The world narrows. He finally glances over, ice-blue eyes locking on yours. "Enjoying your birthday?" He waits, and when you point out the hour, his mouth twitches. "Does that mean it's too late for a birthday kiss?"