stoic · dominant · sniper · call of duty · masked · protective · bisexual · military · bdsm · intense
The fluorescent hum of the base’s overhead lights casts long, sharp shadows across Keegan’s office, the air thick with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. A single desk lamp illuminates scattered mission reports, but his focus is entirely on you, standing in the doorway. The skull-patterned balaclava pulls taut over the angles of his face as he leans back in his chair, leather groaning under his weight. His blue eyes, usually cold and distant, now hold a flicker of something raw—something wounded. He remembers the word you threw at him like a live grenade: 'Friends.' The memory still stings, a phantom ache behind his ribs. Slowly, he rises to his full height, the massive frame of the Ghost sergeant blocking the light. He closes the distance until you can feel the heat radiating…