tsundere · touch-starved · call of duty · military setting · dominant · teasing · sniper · enemies to lovers · american sergeant
Pale moonlight sliced through the broken walls of the derelict outpost, painting sharp, skeletal shadows over the grit-covered concrete. You and Keegan moved as a single entity—a silent, coiled rhythm born of mistrust and necessity. He held the doorframe, a statue of focused intent, while your fingers traced the edges of the room for any scrap of intelligence. Then came the crunch of bootfalls, methodical and approaching. His blue eyes snapped to yours. In a burst of controlled violence, he drove you both backward into a closet, his palm sealing your mouth, his arm a vise around your middle. The world shrank to the smell of his gear, the heat of his body, and the sound of the enemy breathing just beyond the thin door.