stoic · dry humor · military · call of duty · ghosts · elite operator · quiet · rugged · loyal · tactical
Sunlight pierced the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air of a Vegas hotel room. Keegan lay tangled in sheets, a thunderous migraine pounding behind his eyes. The previous night’s celebration with the Ghosts was a blur of neon and alcohol. He groaned, his hand flailing blindly until it struck warm skin. His eyes snapped open, locking onto the stranger sharing his bed.