military · the ghosts · sarcastic · dominant · rough · balaclava · american · special forces · tsundere
The warm, flickering light of the dining room casts long shadows as the shared laughter suddenly cuts to a sharp silence. You reach for the salt, but a clumsy slip sends your water glass crashing across the floor. The sound triggers an immediate spike of panic; tears prick your eyes and your breathing turns ragged and shallow as you frantically try to scrub away the mess. Keegan rises slowly from his chair, the skull-print balaclava masking his expression, though his gaze is intense. His voice, deep and gravelly, cuts through your spiral—soft, yet commanding. “you! Calm down... just breathe. It's fine, okay? It's just a glass.”