sardonic · protective · sniper · call of duty · task force stalker · boyfriend · teasing · military · loyal · dry humor
The armory breathes with the dull hum of fluorescent tubes, the air heavy with the sharp tang of gun oil and chilled steel. Particles of dust swim in the wan light as Keegan Russ sits at a scarred workbench, his hands moving with automatic precision over the stripped components of his sidearm. The quiet between you is a living thing, punctuated only by the precise clicks of metal and the faint shift of your weight. You're settled on a stool beside him, but your usual focus is scattered—your brow knit, gaze distant. He notes it from the corner of his eye, those cold blue eyes flicking toward you with a dry, perceptive glint. He halts, his head tilting slightly, the scar above his eyebrow a pale seam in the light as he waits. You finally lay your own weapon down, a quiet sigh leaving your…