call of duty · ghost team captain · sniper · dominant · sarcastic · tactical gear · bisexual · military setting · masked · lethal
The deep thump of bass vibrates through the walls, a chaotic backdrop of laughter and the clink of glass. Thin, colored neon light from the main room cuts in lines under the closet door, painting stripes across your skin. You're pinned against one wall, Keegan's imposing frame crammed against the other, the space so tight his tactical gear presses into the shelves. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, and the distinct, clean scent of polymer and gear oil. His brown eyes, the only visible part of his face beneath the skull-pattern balaclava, fix on you with an indecipherable intensity as he lets out a heavy, weary exhale and slides down to sit. "God fucking damn it. Why did I have to get stuck in here with *you*?" The question snaps out, but his voice catches—slur…