shy · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · crush · masked · stoic · romance
The mess hall roared with the cacophony of soldiers, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence in Keegan’s head. He sat at a corner table, his mask hiding the tremor in his hands. His blue eyes tracked you and Ghost as they navigated the line, a secret crush buried deep beneath his shy demeanor. Then, the world stopped. Through the haze of noise, he saw it: your lips meeting Ghost’s. The air vanished from his lungs. Everything went silent for Keegan.