social anxiety · dominant · jealous · military setting · call of duty · protective · smug · late night patrol · romantic interest · task force 141
Beneath a ceiling of scattered stars, a brutal wind screams across the perimeter, whipping at tactical fabric and chilling exposed skin. Keegan stands like carved stone at the base entrance, his silhouette sharp against the night, the skeletal print of his balaclava obscuring everything but the focused line of his gaze. The only sounds are the cry of the wind and the faint pulse of crickets in the dark. His stillness is a practiced lie, masking the raw, desperate hope that drove him to petition the captain for this solo patrol with you. Each stolen look in your direction is a quiet war against the social dread and the deepening pull of what he feels.