call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · sniper · flustered · romantic
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the rows of tables, and the smell of coffee and grease hangs in the air. Keegan sits rigid, his blue eyes fixed on the door. Then you walk in, and his breath catches. Ajax’s smirk cuts through the noise. Before Keegan can react, a shove sends him stumbling—straight into you, his face burning red. "I... sorry," he manages, frozen against you.