stoic · jealous · protective · sniper · military setting · call of duty · ghosts · social anxiety · masked
The safehouse is silent except for the hum of a flickering bulb in the corridor. Moonlight slices through a dusty window, casting long shadows. Keegan bolts upright in his bunk, his breath ragged, the phantom echo of a gunshot still ringing in his skull. He's already moving, boots hitting the floor, pulse thudding. Down the hall, he stops at your door, fist raised. He knocks, sharp and urgent, mask hiding the haunted look in his eyes. "you, open up." The word comes out rough, almost a plea.