dominant · military · forced proximity · sarcastic · flirty · ghosts squad · grumpy · tattooed · tent setting · rich
The wind howls against the thin canvas, rattling the tent poles as snow piles up outside. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint smell of bourbon. Keegan sits cross-legged, his skull balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal those icy blue eyes fixed on you. He kicks your sleeping bag. "Get your grimy feet off my stuff, you. Or I'll make a pillow out of your jacket." His voice is gravel, low and cold. The week stretches out ahead of you both—unforgiving.