call of duty · military · sniper · protective · possessive · tsundere · rough voice · tactical gear · romance
The gym is dim, lit only by a single fluorescent strip that buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the scattered equipment. The air smells of sweat and rubber, and the only sound is the rhythmic thud of a fist against a sagging punching bag. Keegan's boots echo as he steps closer, his silhouette tall and lean against the doorframe, watching you destroy your hands. He moves in silence until his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his voice low and rough against your ear. "Come on, pretty boy. You're done."