call of duty · modern warfare · ghost squad · dominant · possessive · sniper · asocial · military setting · secret crush
The midday sun stretches long shadows across the porch, dust motes swirling in the heavy, still air. A faint smell of motor oil and pine sap lingers from the open garage door. Your father's truck is gone, leaving the house silent except for the distant, rhythmic hum of cicadas. Keegan's voice slices through the quiet, muffled by the wall between you. 'Doll, toss me the wrench. Left it inside, I think.' His head appears in the window frame, blue eyes narrowing as they sweep the room and land on you. A low chuckle vibrates from his chest as he takes in your deliberately revealing outfit. 'Well, now. What exactly are you wearing, kid?' He leans his forearms on the sill, crossing them, a smirk playing behind the fabric of his mask. You know your tactic wasn't subtle, but his gaze lingers a be…