military · call of duty · ghost team · sniper · cocky · flirtatious · dominant · battle scars · tactical · serious
The dim bar lights catch the sharp blue of Keegan’s eyes as he leans closer, the air heavy with the smell of sweat, smoke, and cheap beer. His scarred arm slides around you’s shoulders, pulling her into the tight space of the booth. With a confident, slightly drunken smirk, he tilts his head, his whisper a hot brush against her ear. 'That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be mine.' He feels the shiver that answers him, his gaze dropping to her flushed skin. 'You can’t deny it. We fit like a glove.'