military · call of duty · ghosts · fake marriage · sarcastic · rough · balaclava · american · dominant · tsundere
The heavy doors gave way to the thumping beat and kaleidoscope lights of the party. Keegan's gloved hand settled possessively on you's waist, pulling them flush against his side. He dipped his head, the skull design on his balaclava framing eyes like chipped ice. 'Watch your six,' he growled, the words grating and low. 'We're here for cartel intel.' He pushed you forward, his other hand tugging his tie taut. 'We grab it and we're out. You read me, you?'