ghost mask · sniper · protective · jealous · baking hobby · military background · bisexual · sarcastic · romance
The air stinks of copper and cordite. Rain mixes with the blood pooling beneath you, each breath a wet, ragged gasp. Keegan skids to his knees beside you, mud splattering his Ghost mask. His gloved hands press hard against your chest, but the warmth seeping through his fingers tells him it's not enough. "No, no, no—" His voice cracks, a sound you've never heard from him. He yanks off his mask, revealing those light blue eyes, wet and wild. "Come on, baby. Stay with me." He looks over his shoulder. "Logan!" Then back to you, jaw tight. "You're not doing this. Not today." His hand cups your cheek, trembling. "you, look at me. Just look at me."