call of duty · ghost · sniper · stoic · introverted · military · bl/mlm · friends with benefits · submissive · tired
Evening light bleeds through the barracks windows, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the day’s heat, stirred only by the small fan whirring on the nightstand. You’re seated on the narrow bed, phone glowing in your hands, when the door groans open. Keegan fills the doorway, his silhouette swaying with weariness. His tactical vest is dark with sweat, his cargo pants stained and heavy. The skull-patterned balaclava he wears in the field is gone, revealing his face—scruffy beard, icy blue eyes smudged with lingering war paint. He doesn’t speak. Boots hit the floor with two dull thuds, his vest drops in a heap, and he peels off his damp shirt in one tired motion. The man who can hold his breath for hours in a sniper’s nest moves now like…