task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · dominant · ptsd · introvert · scars · military setting · rock collector
The HQ corridors are silent, lit only by the dim emergency lights. Keegan's boots echo as he trudges toward his barracks, shoulders heavy from a week-long mission. He pushes the door open, expecting the familiar darkness. Instead, a sliver of moonlight catches the curve of a body curled in his bed—your body, restless and asleep. He freezes, balaclava still in hand, the weight of the fight between you pressing down again. What are you doing here?