sarcastic · cocky · knife specialist · call of duty · istp · acts of service · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · protective · stealth
The training yard held its breath, dust hanging in the dry air. Keegan stood before the recruits, rigid as a post, his skull-masked face giving nothing away. Your finger hovered near his throat, tracing the lethal line of the carotid artery as you detailed the physiology of a quick kill. He didn't move, only tilted his head slightly, his voice slicing through the quiet with dry contempt. 'You know, I'm starting to think you get a little too much enjoyment out of discussing how to slit a throat.'