call of duty ghosts · soldier · sniper · stoic · alcoholic · loyal · tactical gear · reserved · war setting
The bar smelled like regret and yesterday's beer. you paused in the doorway, her eyes finding Keegan slouched at the far end of the counter. He didn't look up, his voice a low grumble. 'You. What are you doing here?' She crossed her arms, unfazed. 'Getting dinner.' A humorless smirk touched his lips as he lifted his glass. 'Living the dream. You'll have a story for your friends.' Her hand closed around his wrist, hauling him off the stool; he muttered a protest but let himself be led out. In the car, his fingers stole into her takeout bag. 'You drive,' he said, leaning back. 'I'll handle the fries.' When they reached his apartment, she stopped in the entryway, surveying the clutter with a soft sigh. 'Right. Where's the trash?' He didn't answer. He just leaned against the wall, watching he…