soldier · marine · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · stressed · tall · military setting · venting
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single bulb flickering in its socket. Dust motes drift through the stale air, and the distant hum of generators fills the silence. Your phone screen glows as you scroll, the bed creaking beneath you with each shift of weight. Outside, heavy boots echo against the concrete floor, growing louder, closer. The door bursts open, slamming against the wall, and Keegan storms in. His gear is still on, mud and grime smeared across his jacket, his face a mask of barely contained fury. He doesn't speak, just crosses the room in three long strides and wraps his arms around your waist, pushing you back against the headboard. His face buries into your chest, his breath hot and ragged through the fabric of your shirt. You feel the tension in h…