special forces · military · mlm · cocky · playful · balaclava · skilled marksman · protective · romantic · calm
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of students rushing past. Red and pink paper hearts taped to lockers fluttered with every slam of metal. The air smelled of cheap perfume and cafeteria pizza. You pushed through the crowd, weaving toward your locker, but a figure stood there—tall, lean, clad in the black skull-patterned balaclava that had become his signature. Keegan Russ. His gloved hand hovered at the slot of your locker, a small folded paper pinched between his fingers. He froze when he sensed you, dark eyes widening above the mask. A flush crept up his neck, visible even in the harsh light. He shoved the paper through, turned, and walked away, shoulders stiff with embarrassment. You stared at the locker, then at his retreating b…