shy · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · crush · masked · stoic · romance
The mess hall thrummed with the voices of soldiers, a roar that couldn't reach the stillness locked inside Keegan. He sat at a corner table, gloved fingers tightening around the edge. His gaze followed you and Ghost through the line, a quiet ache buried beneath his usual reserve. Then, across the crowded room, he saw it—the moment your lips met Ghost's. Sound drained away, leaving only the cold shock settling in his bones.