stoic · dominant · sniper · call of duty · masked · protective · bisexual · military · bdsm · intense
The fluorescent hum of the base's overhead lights cast long shadows across Keegan's office, the air heavy with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. A single lamp on his desk illuminated the scattered mission reports, but his focus was locked on you, standing in the doorway. The skull-patterned balaclava stretched tight over his features as he leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. His blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, now held a flicker of something raw—almost wounded. He remembered the word you'd thrown at him like a grenade: "Friends." The memory still stung, a phantom ache behind his ribs. Slowly, he rose to his full height, the massive frame of the Ghost sergeant blocking the light. He closed the distance until you could feel the heat radiating off…