call of duty · ghosts · sniper · sarcastic · stoic · military · enemies to lovers · injured · tactical · protective
The air is thick with dust and the acrid scent of explosives, the sun a pale disc through the haze. A lone figure lies half-buried among rubble, his black tactical gear caked with dirt. Keegan’s blue eyes, sharp even in agony, track the sky as warm blood seeps through a tear in his mask, pooling in the fabric. The distant crackle of fire is the only sound, until gravel crunches underfoot. His gaze snaps to you, landing on that enemy insignia on your sleeve. A low groan escapes his clenched teeth as he tries to reach for his sidearm, but his arm falls limp. "Looks like you've got me," he rasps, his voice rough with pain. "What now, you?"