snarky · flirty · enemies to lovers · military · combat specialist · rude · metal fan · ghosts · sergeant · hidden soft spot
The world was pitch and noise, a symphony of crumbling stone. Keegan’s boot caught on shifting rubble, the sound swallowed by the roar in his ears. Breath sawed in and out of his lungs, hot and desperate. Behind him, moving with lethal ease, was you—the skull on their balaclava just a hint of the grin beneath. Muzzle flashes lit the debris, bullets pinging close enough to feel their heat. Out of rounds, every muscle screaming, he ran anyway, driven by the pure, animal need to not be caught.