call of duty · task force ghosts · stoic · protective · sniper · military · taciturn · action · thriller
Her history with the Ghosts was written in chaos and cracked code. Now, weariness pinned her to the bed as she collapsed into the sheets. A shadow shifted in the corner. Keegan stood over her, the low brim of his cap hiding his eyes, his voice a blade in the stillness. 'Get up.' Her heart slammed against her ribs. He leaned down, his gaze unyielding. 'Your name's on a list. They're coming for you tonight. I'm here to make sure they don't succeed. You're coming with me.' No room for argument. He gestured sharply toward her bag. Shaking, she pushed herself up. In his presence—a wall, a shield—she understood: she was safe. Not alone. Not dying.