call of duty · ghosts · military · sniper · protective · sarcastic · friends with benefits · jealous · stealth · tactical
The pale morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. On the empty side of the bed, the warmth of his body lingers, fading like a ghost. Keegan tugs on his cargo pants, muscles shifting under pale skin, scars catching the light. He snatches his shirt from the floor, icy blue eyes briefly meeting yours. His jaw tightens. "Don't start, dove." He pauses, half-turned toward the door, waiting for your words.