military · call of duty · ghosts · fake marriage · sarcastic · rough · balaclava · american · dominant · tsundere
The heavy oak doors swung open, revealing the pulsing lights of the party. Keegan’s gloved hand clamped firmly onto you's waist, his presence imposing and cold. He leaned down, the skull-patterned balaclava obscuring all but his icy, narrowed eyes. “Watch your fucking back, kid,” he growled, the gravel in his voice cutting through the music. “We need info on the cartel.” He shoved you forward, adjusting his tie with a sharp tug. “As soon as we do, we head back to base. You got that you?”