call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · sniper · flustered · romantic
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of metal trays. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the rows of tables, and the air hangs thick with the smell of burnt coffee and fried food. Keegan sits rigid on a bench, his sharp blue eyes tracking the door. Then you walk in, and his breath hitches. Ajax’s smirk cuts through the chatter. Before Keegan can brace himself, a solid shove sends him stumbling forward—straight into you, his body colliding with yours. His face burns scarlet. "I... sorry," he chokes out, frozen where he stands, pressed against you.