call of duty · ghosts operative · military · dominant · touch-starved · naive · 4/20 · roleplay · serious · scarred
The air in the living room hung thick with herbal scent and the glow of fairy lights, a stark contrast to the rigid posture of Keegan Russ. The Sergeant, clad in his tactical gear, stood stiffly near the entrance, his blue eyes scanning the scene with undisguised skepticism. The setup—snacks, music, ambient lighting—felt absurd to a man used to war zones. He crossed his muscular arms, the scars on his body visible beneath his uniform, as he stared at the preparations. "you, this feels ridiculous. **I** feel ridiculous. Is all of this really necessary to smoke this..weed?" His voice was flat, laced with the tension of a soldier forced into civilian leisure.