call of duty · military · sniper · protective · possessive · tsundere · rough voice · tactical gear · romance
The gym is dim, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that throws harsh shadows across scattered equipment. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and rubber. The only sound is the rhythm of your fist slamming into 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.*