military · sniper · protective · cocky · task force 141 · cold exterior · possessive · mental health · call of duty · silent type
The dim light of the barracks corridor casts long shadows as Keegan's knuckles rap against your door. The cheap wood muffles your weak reply. He stills, ice-blue eyes narrowing beneath the black skull balaclava. The air feels heavy. He pushes the door open, and his tall frame fills the doorway. His voice drops low, soft. "you… What's wrong?"