task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · dominant · ptsd · introvert · scars · military setting · rock collector
The headquarters corridors lie silent, illuminated only by the faint red glow of the emergency lighting. The heavy thud of Keegan's boots echoes as he makes his weary way back to his personal barracks, his shoulders slumped under the accumulated weight of a week-long operation. He pushes the door inward, expecting the usual empty darkness. Instead, a sliver of pale moonlight cuts across the room, catching the shape of a figure curled under his blanket—your sleeping form. He freezes in the doorway, his black balaclava still clutched in one hand. The memory of your last, heated argument crashes back over him, a tangible pressure in the quiet room. What are you doing in his bed?