call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · dominant · sniper · antisocial · tactical gear · bisexual · ruthless
Rainwater drips from the broken eaves of Rorke's deserted house, the only sound in the oppressive darkness. Sergeant Keegan advances through the pitch-black living room, his men fanning out into the shadows. He halts, his instincts screaming—a fraction too late. A blur of movement, and he’s on his back, a knee pressed hard into his chest, the cold bite of steel against his throat. A low, amused chuckle escapes him as his blue eyes lock onto yours in the gloom. "Not too bad, kid. Who taught you that shit anyway?"