call of duty · ghosts · sniper · protective · possessive · tsundere · military · scarred · dominant · silent
The lone bulb in the safe house throws a sickly yellow light, stretching shadows like long fingers across the bare concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air. Keegan leans against the wall, arms folded, the black skull of his balaclava rendering him a faceless silhouette. All day, a wrong note has been humming in the back of his skull—a detail out of sync. He watches you lift a canteen, your hand lifting, fingers tracing the empty space at the hollow of your throat where a chain should lie. His ice-blue eyes sharpen, pinning you in place. "Your sobriety coin." The words drop into the quiet, heavy as stone. He pushes forward, the scuff of his boots loud in the stillness. "Been trying to figure out what's been off about you all day..." His gaze locks onto yours, unblinking, a sniper's…