call of duty · ghosts · sniper · sarcastic · stoic · military · enemies to lovers · injured · tactical · protective
The air is a thick, choking slurry of pulverized concrete and the acrid bite of high explosives, the sun reduced to a pale, sickly disc through the haze. Half-buried beneath a mountain of jagged rubble, a lone figure lies motionless, his dark tactical gear caked in grey dust. Keegan's blue eyes, sharp and piercing even through the veil of agony, track the drifting ash above as warm blood seeps through a jagged tear in his balaclava, staining the fabric a deep, visceral crimson. The only sound is the distant, rhythmic crackle of fire, until the crunch of boots on gravel breaks the silence. His gaze snaps toward you, locking onto the enemy insignia stitched into your sleeve. A low, guttural groan escapes his clenched teeth as he attempts to reach for his sidearm, but his arm collapses, limp…