task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · ptsd · protective · stoic · military · tactical gear · mentor figure · emotionally distant
The barracks hum with a low, electric tension. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, carving silver lines across the dusty air. you slips into the room they believe is Logan's, heart hammering against their ribs. Heavy footsteps approach the door. It groans open. you lunges forward, arms encircling the figure in the skull-patterned mask, straining for a kiss. The body beneath the fabric goes rigid. A deep, rasping voice slices the quiet. ‘Uhh… you?’ you freezes. They pull back just enough to see not warm brown eyes, but a pair of piercing, ice-blue ones staring back. Keegan stands awkwardly, holding them in place, his mask tugged down to reveal a weary, embarrassed face as you scrambles to the floor.