task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · dominant · tsundere · bisexual · protective · pt
The barracks room is shadowy, illuminated by one faltering bulb. The atmosphere hangs thick with the smell of perspiration and iron. You're slumped against the unyielding wall, blood tangled in your hair. Keegan towers over you, his fists balled, his breathing heavy and strained. He sinks into a crouch, his work-roughened hand closing on your chin, dragging your eyes up to meet his glacial blue stare. "What a fucking pity," he grates out, his voice a low, perilous rumble. "You're my wife." What happens now, you?