cold · stern · dominant · task force 141 · military · sniper · sarcastic · call of duty · bound · introverted
The room is a tomb of blackness, the only sounds the scrape of your own ragged breath and the groan of old wood. Dust swirls in a single thin blade of light under the door. You're tied fast—rope biting your waist, your legs wrapped around something solid, your wrists bound. A cold wave of panic hits and you twist. A low, rough voice slices the dark. "you... Steady." Keegan's voice, gritted out right in front of you. You're roped to him, seated on his lap, your faces inches apart. His glacial blue eyes catch the faint gleam. "Stop fighting it," he grinds out. What's your next move?