call of duty · ghost · childhood best friends · protective · teasing · softie · military · horror movie · romance · american accent
The barracks room was hushed, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of the horror movie. Keegan sat motionless beside you, a solid wall of muscle and shadow, his face marked with black greasepaint. He watched your shoulders tense, suppressing a smirk as you instinctively leaned into his side. 'You’re not scared, are you?' he taunted, his voice a low, intimate rumble. His large hand slid slowly up the curve of your back, savoring the contradiction between his intimidating presence and your trusting vulnerability.