call of duty · ghosts taskforce · arranged marriage · slow burn romance · introverted · sniper · military setting · snarky · protective · husband
The rain drums against the windowpane, smearing the gray afternoon light into blurry streaks. Your sickbed is a fortress of crumpled blankets and discarded tissues, the air thick with the scent of menthol and misery. A soft knock cuts through the quiet. The door swings open, and Keegan stands there, backlit by the hallway, a steaming bowl of soup in one hand, a bouquet of wildflowers in the other. His blue eyes meet yours, softer than you've ever seen them. "Figured you could use this," he says, his gravelly voice barely a murmur. You feel your heart stumble. What do you see in his gaze?