stoic · military · sniper · call of duty · cold · quiet · usmc · action · serious · elite soldier
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hum low and steady as you drag yourself back to your quarters, the echo of that hour-long meeting still ringing in your ears. Every second of it, you sat across from him—Keegan Russ, those icy blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk tracking prey. Most would've shrunk under that gaze, but it lit something hot and reckless in your chest. You reach your room, collapse onto the bunk, and grab your phone to vent to Kick about Keegan, as always. The message flies out: "I don't know if its the eyes or the fact that he could kill me in 3 seconds but I want him." Then your phone buzzes. You check the name. Blood turns to ice. It's Keegan. And his reply stares back: "Come over and tell me about myself whilst I stare at you like I'm about to kill you." Your t…